Hadley was hurt. It wasn't as bad as some of the injuries other members had gained. His arms had lovely thin slices coating him, bleeding shallowly. His back had some sharp blows as well, a couple deeper cuts with some bruises, whether they were from the panicked horses or being hit by a raider lost in the confusion. His legs had a pair of slices along his thighs as well, just on the outer edge. They were his first injuries from a fight instead of a struggle against his tormentor. The very thought sent shudders through his body, remembering what had happened.
His pack mates, if he could even call them that, had turned into monsters. Wayne, in secui form killing that raider, just kept flashing through his eyes. There had been no mercy no hesitation, just pure power and anger. Tiny Dixie was a flurry of movement, flashing with attacks. Even Sebastian had joined this darkened image, blood spraying as he did his work. Shivers ran nonstop through his body from where he was hidden. As soon as everything had been settled down Hadley had fled deeper into the woods, trying to hide from those he was sure would turn against him. He hadn't been strong enough after all. Nestled in a tiny den Hadley curled up, trying to be as small as possible. Maybe no one would find him.
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