Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

Just... gone.

His voice is closer now. Shaking. Panicked. Hands grab my shoulders, pulling me

up, and suddenly I'm cradled in his lap, his scent surrounding me like a cruel

joke.

"Taryn, please," Kallias begs, pressing his forehead against mine. "What did you

do?"

His fingers stroke my face, desperate, disbelieving, his breath coming in short,

frantic bursts.

"I-I'll

change," he promises, his voice cracking. "I swear to you, just-just tell me

how to fix this."

I let out a wet, broken laugh, because of course. Now he wants to fix things. Now

that I'm bleeding out in his arms, choking on my own fucking insides.

I lift a trembling hand to his face, brushing my thumb against his cheek. His blue

eyes are blown wide, rimmed with red. terror twisting his features into something

unrecognizable.

lips part like he's about to say

I beat him

"You're free now."

stutters. His grip tightens. But I don't

darkness finally swallows

wake up

beyond the edge of my consciousness. My head feels

throat raw and scratchy, my body

sheets. The scent of herbs and antiseptic clings to the air, burning

nose.

sluggishly. The room is

then I

Enoch.

locks up. My pulse

don't even know what the conversation is about yet, but I

eyes shut, forcing my breathing to stay steady

man's voice says-calm, clinical. "She's lucky

You know most wolves don't survive a full

scoff. Kallias. "Yeah, I fucking

the doctor hums.

him shifting uncomfortably,

one I want," he mutters after a

wolf, too."

chuckles. "Good. Then you won't have to worry

coils

voice lowers, but I still catch

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