Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

King Novel 55

Chapter 55

A cold shiver creeps down my spine.

Suddenly, I feel like someone's watching me.

I glance over my shoulder, but the bullpen looks exactly the same-half-empty and disinterested.

Still... the itch won't go away.

I shake it off, forcing myself to focus.

I scribble the document code onto another sticky note and shove it deep into my pocket.

I'll dig deeper tomorrow.

I'll find out what really happened that night.

I drag in a ragged breath through my nose, trying to keep the panic from

swallowing me whole. My fingers clutch the edge of the desk hard enough to dent the cheap wood veneer.

Focus, Taryn.

The room around me stays the same-keyboards clacking, printers whirring, the faint burnt-coffee smell lingering in the stale air. Nobody's watching. Nobody knows what I just found.

Except...

That fucking itch between my shoulder blades hasn't left.

Like someone's standing just out of sight-eyes drilling into the back of my skull.

I glance over my shoulder again.

Nothing.

The bullpen is half-empty, the remaining reporters hunched over their desks, picking at leftover takeout or scrolling through headlines like they couldn't give a single shit about whatever story they're writing.

But something's wrong.

I can feel it.

It's like the whole room is wrapped in invisible thread-tugging tighter and tighter around my throat.

I shove the sticky note with the document code into my pocket, my heart pounding so hard I swear it's trying to claw its w

my chest.

out of

Tomorrow.

I'll dig deeper tomorrow.

But right now, I need to get the hell out of here before I completely fucking spiral.

I log out of the system, grab my bag, and practically bolt toward the stairwell-

shoving through the heavy door and takin the steps two at a time.

By the time I hit the street, cold night air slaps me in the face-sharp and biting against the swea

clinging to my skin

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I suck in a lungful, bracing my hands on my knees as I try to calm the wildfire ripping through my bloodstream.

I should go home.

I should sleep.

1 should forget about this-pretend like I didn't just stumble onto something that

I thought I

But the problem is...

fucking

I want to know.

want the truth-every filthy,

if it guts

if it

my eyes, but I blink them back hard. Crying won't fix

off the wall, turning onto the sidewalk and pulling my jacket tighter around myself. The city's

I walk, the heavier the weight in my chest gets-like something's pressing down on me, squeezing tighter and

standing at the edge of

suddenly feels like it's burning against

skin.

it out, wrapping my fingers around

Enoch's necklace.

it off.

Not since he left.

since he

my lips like a

the hell he is

whisper into the night, my voice

The necklace doesn't answer.

Figures.

good at leaving

know why the hell I'm doing this. Why I still miss him. Why

invisible thread stretche between us-tugging harder every night, pulling him closer

I should hate him.

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I do hate him.

still fall to my knees and beg him

at my wet cheeks,

Pathetic.

I'm so goddamn pathetic.

stare at the necklace tangled in my fingers, the silver wolf

and fragile against my

he'd

He fucking promised.

out there, Enoch?" I whisper, throat

Nothing.

the river rushing beneath the

the city

Just me-alone, like always.

myself to tuck the necklace back under my

thin-frayed a the edges, barely holding myself

need to get my

need to

start to turn

I hear

Almost too

A howl.

and broken,

ghost's whisper.

freeze, every hair on the back of my neck standing on

No.

No, it can't be.

just some random wolf in

It's not him.

It's not him.

hard I feel like

stare out across the river, my breath coming

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Nothing.

and the faint

I'm going insane.

hearing shit that isn't

force myself to turn away-putting one foot in front of