Brown drove all the way home with both hands on his car steering and his face upright and forward that he didn't get a glimpse of the fallen tree or the disturbing feeling of the jagged path of the galloping highway. On a very good day, Brown would swerve his steering to avoid the bumps because he loves to have a smooth ride when he is returning home from the bar but this time he lacks the enthusiasm to do such. The stricken aspect is how he didn't frown at the disturbing bumps because his mind was on the lady he almost marked. He knew he wasn't himself while they were together. His wolf told him he found his mate but he seems no connection with Suzy as he wanted.
The streets were quiet and seem like it is dead. The sounds he can hear are the leaves rustling in the breeze and the pitter
