Chapter 48: Broken Bonds

Dean’s

I sat rigidly by Stan’s bedside, my hands clenched so tight that my knuckles were completely white and pale. He was still utterly unconscious, his face pale and lifeless, his chest barely moving at all.

I couldn’t feel his wolf inside him anymore—only a painful, hollow ache where our fierce mate bond used to fiercely burn. Vex growled loudly and viciously in my mind, his violent rage an agonizing fire in my chest, screaming desperately for immediate ...