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violence, but every now and then, he had his moments where it would completely change him.  After a while, he would return back to the Clive they knew, but when he was in his dark mood, it was easy to feel the tension radiating off his body.
    "Revenge isn't the answer, Clive," Kendall murmured quietly, not liking where the conversation was turning. "It never is."
    "Revenge is always the answer," Clive muttered.   His shoulders eased up, and Bridgette knew he was done with his tirade – at least for now.  It was odd how fast he went from one emotion to the next, especially since he was so laidback normally. "No one has the balls to do it, is all."
    He glanced over at Bridgette, easily finding her eyes in the darkness. "Make sure you watch your thoughts, Bridge. If it's true and if that wolf is inside of you, however small it may be, he may be able to feel what you're thinking, and if he's smart, he may be able to decipher what it is that's going on in your mind."
    Bridgette nodded but couldn't muster the strength to verbalize her agreement. Instead, she thought of her big bed waiting for her back at home.
    S he had no idea how she was supposed to sleep tonight.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
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Chapter 5
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    Bridgette's visit to the Nocturnal Defense Society's physician didn't exactly go as the she had planned. Dr. Cooper – with his friendly smile and thick-rimmed glasses – did his best to put her at ease, but she hated waiting. She always had. The one thing her mother told her as she grew up was that she had to work on was her patience. And though Bridgette really did try, it was incredibly hard for her to do so.
    What she had to wait for, of course, were the test results.
    Bridgette had allowed them to exam the bite – take photographs, make measurements, apply Neosporin and a bandage to it – and to take two vials of blood from her arm. She hated getting her blood drawn. She didn't have too much of a problem with needles themselves, but the feeling of them sliding into her arm irked her to no end. In fact, she couldn't actually watch the procedure, knowing her brain would trigger a pain reaction if she did so.
    Once finished, she was bandaged up and sent home with orders not to engage in any physical activity so she wouldn't strain herself on top of the fact that she needed some well-deserved rest. It was incredibly hard for Bridgette to follow her doctor's orders though, because she had so much anxious energy built up. The best thing she could do to get rid of said energy and to keep unanswered questions at bay was to do little things around her apartment.  Firstly, she went to her bedroom and lit a fire in the fireplace directly across from her queen-size bed.  Once that was finished, she headed into the kitchen and boil some milk so she could make her hot chocolate.
    The setup of her apartment was basic, but the size of it emphasized luxury.  Her living room consisted of a flat screen television, a couch, and a glass coffee table with various magazines sprawled out of the surface.  The floors were entirely wooden, which made for cold feet in the mornings should Bridgette choose to forego socks.  There was a book case against the wall behind the couch filled with various books – most of them romance, few of them nonfiction – all of them read.  Her kitchen had a marble bar that separated itself from the living room, and tucked in the corner was a dining room with a table suitable for four.
    As the milk boiled, Bridgette changed into flannel plain pajamas and tugged her hair out of a ponytail.  She ran her fingers through the tresses before heading back into the kitchen to finish her task.
    With a mug of the hot drink in her hand, she headed to the bookcase and grabbed a book – this one with a Viking on the cover – and headed into her room.  The fire was warm and cozy, and she hoped that with the drink and the book, she would get comfortable