Chapter 36: Whispers of Power

Dean’s

I stormed into the rogue territory, my boots kicking up clouds of dust, my blood hot with uncontrollable rage. Eric was lounging casually in a beat-up, rickety chair inside his pathetic excuse for a house. He didn’t even bother to look up at me as I walked in.

The guy had some serious nerve, acting as if I was beneath him. I moved fast, instantly standing over him, my large shadow darkening his face completely. He finally glanced up, his dark eyes ...