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

beat him

"You're free now."

tightens. But I don't

finally

up to

just beyond the edge of

throat raw and scratchy, my

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

nose.

sluggishly. The room is dim,

then I

Enoch.

locks up. My

is about yet, but I already know

shut, forcing my breathing to stay steady as I tune

man's voice says-calm, clinical.

You know most wolves

"Yeah,

the doctor hums.

him shifting

one I want," he mutters after a beat, voice

wolf, too."

you won't have

feeling coils

but I

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