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Hadley's ears pricked as he was finally given an order to follow. Meet everyone in the pack, get to know them. He wasn't too sure why Sebastian would want him to do that, but Hadley could fill that task. It would just take a little courage. Especially since it meant leaving his room, a place that Hadley hadn't stepped out of since arriving. Well, there had been brief breaks for food and the like, but otherwise his whole universe was currently confined to the room, and now he'd have to change that.
A hand rested on Hadley, and he had to struggle not to flinch or stiffen up. Hearing the command to report those who punished him, probably for the sake of finding out what he'd done wrong, Hadley nodded. He could tell Sebastian that easily enough. His ears flattened in confusion when asked about making friends. F-friends? Slaves didn't have friends. At least, Hadley didn't. He knew he wasn't supposed to openly interact with others without direction. Where would friends come from? Hadley shook his head, worry cloaking his eyes.
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