Sure, Eliot had been expecting bad news and had been all but waiting for the ax to fall, but what Dean said was the last thing he expected.

"What?!" Sputtering at the revelation, Eliot leaned forward, the delicious smelling burger forgotten in preference of figuring this out.

"What do you mean, 'bonded'?" He was trying not to freak, really, but he couldn't imagine that a bite had somehow bonded him to this guy. He didn't even know what that meant in terms of werewolves or hunters or whatever this was.