Brian’s POV “My what?” I asked Bruce with shock evident in my voice. What could possibly be wrong with my bedroom? I was there just a few hours ago when I took a shower. “Do not ask questions, just come urgently” he said again, but with more urgency this time. “OK, OK, I am coming,” I said, still not sure what this was, maybe it was just him playing a trick on me again. He does that sometimes, like when we were pups. One day, he took a live rabbit and put it in my office, just so he could see what I would do when I opened the door. As soon as I opened it, the rabbit went with speed out through the door, passing my leg, making me freeze. He was laughing so much and teased me for about a week that I was scared of a small little rabbit. Walking to my bedroom, which was on the top floor of the pack house, I could hear someone screaming. “Let me out!” It sounded like a woman. I began walking faster, turning into the hallway, I saw Bruce standing in front of my door. He looked shocke
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