Isa rose into his hug, embracing him back. It was so strange, the way that she clutched at his fur. Tears didn't come, even though they should have. He patted her gently when a chilling voice rose through the air. Toy... Hadley stiffened with shock. No. Not again. Whirling around he found himself facing something that was very difficult to see. Isa positioned herself in front of him, and Hadley realized how serious she was about protecting him. Shudders ran through his body as he realized that this thing wanted to toy with the two of them.
Isa wouldn't be the only one following through on the vow to protect though. Gently he reached her, pulling the wolf back towards him. He looked up at the figure, standing as strong as he could. The scars in his body ached, remembering all the games he'd been dragged through. S-she's not your toy. His voice was strong despite the slight quaver in it. He wouldn't let her be used like he had. He had been someone's toy once, the most painful experience he'd ever had. To subject Isa to it was a fate unimaginable. Pick someone else.
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