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

everything I thought I

But the problem is...

don't fucking want

I want to know.

the truth-every filthy,

it

if it

sting of tears pricks behind my eyes, but I blink them

the 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

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

at the edge of the river-water lapping

under my shirt suddenly feels

skin.

my fingers around the

Enoch's necklace.

haven't taken it off.

Not since he left.

since he

like a goddamn idiot-as if he

the hell

hate you," I whisper into the night, my

The necklace doesn't answer.

Figures.

leaving

doing this. Why I still

there's this invisible thread stretche between us-tugging harder every night,

I should hate him.

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I do hate him.

knees and beg him to stay if

swipe at my wet cheeks, cursing

Pathetic.

I'm so goddamn pathetic.

my fingers, the silver wolf pendant

and fragile against my

promised he'd come

He fucking promised.

Enoch?"

Nothing.

river rushing beneath the

city

Just me-alone, like always.

tuck the necklace back under my shirt.

stretched too thin-frayed a the

get my shit

need to let him

to turn

then I hear

too

A howl.

and broken, carried

ghost's whisper.

freeze, every hair on the back of my

No.

No, it can't be.

some random wolf

It's not him.

It's not him.

my ribs so hard I feel

stare out across the river, my breath coming

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Nothing.

and the wind and the faint hum of the

I'm going insane.

shit that

one foot in