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

I thought I knew

But the problem is...

don't fucking

I want to know.

truth-every filthy, buried,

if it

it kills

sting of tears pricks behind my eyes, but I blink them back hard. Crying won't

wall, turning onto the sidewalk and pulling my jacket tighter around myself. The city's still wide awake around me-neon signs flickering, cars rumbling past, cigarette smoke curling from

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

the edge of the river-water lapping at the stone embankment,

necklace tucked under my shirt suddenly feels like

skin.

it out, wrapping my fingers around the

Enoch's necklace.

haven't taken it

Not since he left.

he

like a goddamn idiot-as if he can feel

the hell

whisper into the night, my voice

The necklace doesn't answer.

Figures.

good at leaving me

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

every night, pulling him closer

I should hate him.

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I do hate him.

knees and beg

at my wet cheeks,

Pathetic.

I'm so goddamn pathetic.

the necklace tangled in my fingers, the

moonlight-tiny and fragile against

promised he'd come

He fucking promised.

there, Enoch?" I whisper,

Nothing.

rushing beneath

city

Just me-alone, like always.

to tuck the

too thin-frayed a the

need to get my shit

need to let him

to

then I

too far

A howl.

and broken, carried on the cold wind like

ghost's whisper.

back of my neck standing on

No.

No, it can't be.

some random wolf

It's not him.

It's not him.

ribs so hard I feel like

stare out across the river, my breath

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Nothing.

the faint hum of the

I'm going insane.

shit that isn't

away-putting one foot in front of the other, swallowing