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

thought I knew about

But the problem is...

don't fucking

I want to know.

filthy, buried,

it guts

it kills

my eyes, but I blink them back hard.

and pulling my jacket tighter around myself. The

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

I find myself standing at the edge

tucked under my shirt suddenly feels

skin.

out, wrapping my fingers

Enoch's necklace.

taken it

Not since he left.

he

to my lips like a goddamn idiot-as if he can feel

the hell he is

whisper into the night,

The necklace doesn't answer.

Figures.

leaving

I'm doing this. Why I

every night, pulling him closer even when he's

I should hate him.

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I do hate him.

still fall to my knees and beg him

my wet cheeks, cursing under my

Pathetic.

I'm so goddamn pathetic.

tangled in my fingers, the silver wolf pendant catching

fragile against

promised he'd come

He fucking promised.

you out there, Enoch?" I

Nothing.

the river rushing

the city breathing

Just me-alone, like always.

shake my head, forcing myself to tuck the necklace

stretched too thin-frayed a the edges, barely holding myself

get my

need to let him

start to turn

I hear

Faint. Almost too

A howl.

the night-deep and broken, carried on the

ghost's whisper.

every hair on the back of my neck standing

No.

No, it can't be.

some random wolf in the

It's not him.

It's not him.

hard I feel like I'm

stare out across the river,

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Nothing.

the faint hum of the

I'm going insane.

shit

force myself to turn away-putting one foot in front