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

beat him

"You're free now."

grip tightens. But I

finally

up

just beyond the edge of my

split open, my throat raw and scratchy, my

and antiseptic

nose.

The room

then I

Enoch.

locks up. My pulse

conversation is about yet, but I

breathing to stay steady

vitals have stabilized," a man's voice says-calm, clinical.

most wolves don't

Kallias. "Yeah, I fucking

Then the doctor

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

a beat, voice rough. "Bond

wolf, too."

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

sick feeling coils

lowers, but I still catch

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Thu, 20 Mar A