Chapter 64

Del's POV

“Yep.” I nodded. “From what I’ve gathered, he’s got zero interest in anything to do with all of this.” I gestured to my body.

“That’s weird.” Dax headed up the stairs. Rather than following him and staring at his ass while Rocco growled at me, I leaned up against the couch, scratching the wolf’s head while I waited for the other guy to return.

He came back down the stairs empty-handed but still frowning. “He’s been having a rough time, but I wouldn’t have thought he’d go this far.”

I shrugged, eyes on the wolf as Dax grabbed another, larger box without a problem. “Doesn’t seem like a stretch to think he’d want to just be friends with his mate.”

Dax shook his head as he started back up the stairs. “You don’t understand,” he told me, then disappeared for a moment. He continued as he came back down. “A werewolf waits for his mate in every way. He physically cannot be with anyone else. There’s not a wolf in this entire town that hopes for friendsh