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Bruce was in a horrible mood on the way back. No one could tell when he was upset. He hid his emotions well, a skill he had been taught to ensure pack members wouldn’t be frightened by his own fears. He was the pillar after all. He had learned to hide it even through the pack bond, but I knew my friend. I knew when Bruce was struggling. He didn’t have any other signs than a tiny frown, and eyes that seemed to fill with a fire he had always held back. Normally, people wouldn’t notice, but I always did, and as I drove, I let him deal with his anger himself. It was better that way because Bruce was the sort of person who needed time to dwell on the emotions before he would come to me and talk about it.
I drove up to the house, the sun gone now, and rain had begun once more. This wea
