Carving definitely seemed to be an activity worth getting involved in. It would make him a lot more useful to the pack, instead of just doing what he was asked to do. Remembering that he'd fled from the pack Hadley realized that he no longer needed to strive to make himself useful in some way, that he no longer needed to fear being thrown away. It was a strange, lonely feeling. There wasn't a master anymore, no pack that he had to work for. Just himself, completely alone. It was terrifying, realizing that he was on his own. With no real worth Hadley didn't know what to do with himself. Maybe he should have never left.
His eyes drifted over to Grace, for a moment seeing Selene sitting there, warm and welcoming. A soft shy smile covered his face before her words reached him, shattering the illusion. He nodded his head and curled up on the mattress, the weed allowing him to ignore the feeling of being far too exposed. Yes master. It was a habit, acknowledging the command. It wasn't long before his eyes drifted shut, and Hadley fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
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