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.

to

lie-but I beat him

"You're free now."

But I don't hear what

darkness finally swallows me

wake up

just beyond the edge of my consciousness. My

throat raw and scratchy, my body

of herbs and antiseptic clings to the air,

nose.

sluggishly. The room

I hear his

Enoch.

locks up. My pulse

conversation is about yet, but I already know it's

eyes shut, forcing my breathing

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

most wolves

scoff. Kallias. "Yeah, I

Then the doctor hums. "And yet... you

respond immediately. I picture him shifting uncomfortably, jaw

a beat, voice rough.

wolf, too."

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

feeling coils in my

voice lowers, but I still

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