Chapter 67: Shattered Mate

Dean’s

I walked slowly into Stan’s room. The door was open slightly, like he absolutely didn’t care who saw him or who came in to disturb him. That simple fact alone hurt me much more than I expected. He was lying on the bed with his back completely to me, his body perfectly still and tense, like he was awake but clearly pretending not to be alert.

I said his name quietly. “Stan,” I whispered, my voice low and careful.

He absolutely didn’t answer me at ...