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.

he's about to say something

lie-but I beat

"You're free now."

stutters. His grip tightens. But I don't hear

darkness finally swallows me

wake up to

the edge of my consciousness. My head feels

throat raw and

herbs and

nose.

room is dim, warm,

then I hear his

Enoch.

body locks up.

even know what the conversation is about

my eyes shut, forcing my breathing to stay steady as

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

most wolves don't

scoff. Kallias. "Yeah, I

doctor hums. "And yet...

immediately. I picture him shifting uncomfortably, jaw clenched, eyes

the one I want," he mutters after a beat, voice rough. "Bond

wolf, too."

Then you won't have

coils

but

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