OOC so glad shes a year old now or this would be even more awkward. by the way, hadley was bought to be set free, but he's so traumatized that to tell him that would, like, split his soul in half
Hadley turned his head towards the door as the storm picked up. It sounded like it was going to be horrible. He was glad that he had a room to stay in, out of the cold. With Amy he would have been outside, seeking shelter along with the horse. His mind drifted off to memories of nights when life hadn't been so harsh, curled up safe and warm. He had always been so wild, just like his dad, pushing boundaries and causing trouble, returning in the evenings to curl up with his mother, exhausted and taking comfort from the warmth of her body.
Selene talked about his difficulty following the order, and confusion crossed his face. He hadn't said anything unusual, had he? Only what he meant. There was no reason for her to be pleased about him being half trained, unable to do what was asked of him. Then again, she liked him, so maybe it was because Selene felt she could still do what she wanted with him. Selene fidgeted against him, and Hadley watched silently, used to doing such things. For so long he was quiet, always observing, never moving. This was similar, peaceful.
Confusion rolled across Hadley's face as she spoke about uprooting everything. Selene was definitely not annoying, and he couldn't think of her doing anything that changed his life. Well, he would have a room mate now, but as long as he was quiet and kept out of the way Hadley was sure that wouldn't be a problem. Her confession of love though, froze Hadley to the spot.
Love?
Selene worked her way through as Hadley sat there, carved out of stone. Love? That was as hard for the broken wolfdog to consider as freedom. Both concepts were capable of shattering him beyond belief, far from ready to grasp the concepts. It finally sank in. He looked up, not understanding. She seemed to be waiting for something. Looking around Hadley realized he was on her bed. Standing up he brushed the bed off, moving to the side. Awkwardly he stared down at the ground, the words thundering around, threatening to shatter his small mentality.
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