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The dog swung over the fence, moving closer. Immobilized with fear Hadley couldn't even make a sound. The dog started speaking, and Hadley's ears twitched slightly as he realized it was a male, not the female he'd been expecting. Sighing with relief he stayed submissive, still wary of potential pain. The hybrid halted his approach, allowing Hadley to calm down even further. As long as there was distance between them, there was a lower chance of pain. Unless he had throwing knives. Hadley eyed the male's body suspiciously, checking to see if he had those on him.
The words brought his attention back to the address of the dog before him. Swallowing Hadley spoke. Fine. Ready for work. He had to be. Taking a day off was not an option. His gaze wandered back over to the horses, drawing a small bit of comfort from their presence. His breath slowed as he took control of himself once more. Hadley was lucky not to have lost complete control and ended up as a lump on the ground. Amy's training had done him some good at least. He knew that it was best not to fight back, as that brought more pain. Running was even worse.
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