Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

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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

unravel everything I thought I knew

But the problem is...

fucking want to

I want to know.

the truth-every filthy, buried, twisted

it

it kills

behind my eyes, but

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

in my chest gets-like something's pressing down on me, squeezing tighter

going until I find myself standing at the edge of the river-water lapping at the stone embankment, silver and black

suddenly feels like it's burning

skin.

my fingers

Enoch's necklace.

it off. Not

Not since he left.

he

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

hell he

fucking hate you," I whisper into the night,

The necklace doesn't answer.

Figures.

always been good at leaving

why the hell I'm doing this.

between us-tugging harder every night, pulling him closer even when

I should hate him.

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I do hate him.

and beg him to stay if he ever

wet cheeks, cursing under

Pathetic.

I'm so goddamn pathetic.

the necklace tangled in my fingers, the silver wolf

fragile

promised he'd

He fucking promised.

you out there, Enoch?"

Nothing.

the river rushing

the city breathing

Just me-alone, like always.

head, forcing myself to tuck the necklace back under my

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

need to get

need to let

start to turn

then I hear

too far

A howl.

and broken,

ghost's whisper.

back of my neck

No.

No, it can't be.

some random wolf

It's not him.

It's not him.

into my ribs so hard I feel like

out across the river, my breath coming fast-waiting.

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Nothing.

wind and the faint hum of the

I'm going insane.

hearing shit

foot in front