The nightmare of seeing those he had considered gentle kill without mercy was terrifying. He couldn't say anyone was safe to be around. Maybe all of them had that hidden killer side, prepared to slice him open at the slightest provocation. The call of his name had him jerking, head lifted to see what it was. Selene, in a tiny lupine form, stood outside, looking very worried. Blood came from her, and he whimpered. They must have hurt her. He had failed again, promising to protect her but never there. His eyes were open, taking her in, but not seeing anything deeper, too much in shock.
Selene's tongue rasped over his injuries, trying to heal them. Small whines slipped through him at the touch, though they were much too quiet to draw any attention. He had learned that much. Revealing what kind of pain he was in meant greater pain would be created, just for the sake of hearing him cry out. His nose was licked apologetically, and Hadley turned himself onto Selene. His injuries cleaned his own tongue began to rasp over Selene's body, working on making them better. He paused at her question, nodding his head before resuming his licking. Both hybrids worked to calm and help the other, Hadley unable to voice anything except the occasional shiver running through his body, wishing he could stop remembering.
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