Page 11 of A Bear's Nemesis
“I could kill those assholes,” he said, in between breaths. “I really, truly could.”
Julius didn’t even answer. Hudson looked up at his mate, and could see the anger practically rolling off of him in waves, his body nearly shaking with the force of it. He dialed a number on his phone and held it up to his hear, then walked into the living room, talking to someone tensely.
They handled rage differently. At first, Hudson had wanted Julius to feel it the way he did — he hadn’t understood why the other man didn’t shout and throw things or shift and tear off into the woods.
But, after years together, he had to admit that Julius’s way was more effective. Throwing pans around the kitchen would only create a problem that he’d have to clean up later. On the other hand, Julius was calling someone right this minute who could help him with their problem.
Hudson expanded and deflated the balloon again. He still only felt half-civilized on his best days.
He was just lucky that it was enough, and he was lucky that Julius had seen fit to half-civilize him.
Finally, he felt under control enough to stalk into the bedroom and take a shower without punching the tiles. He had a bad feeling that he’d have to wear a suit before the day was over.
