Whimpers spilled from the tiny female before him. He did his best to reassure her, large hands petting the lupus formed hybrid, wishing that he could make her feel better in some way. He had failed to protect her, having Selene return to him covered in injuries. It was amazing how as soon as she entered thoughts and fears for himself disappeared. It was only natural, having the fact that he had no worth beaten into his head so many times. Even as he regained his confidence Hadley ranked the importance and care of others above himself, working to care for them even if it hurt himself.
Hadley looked down with surprise at himself, watching a small tremor run through him. Yes, he was indeed shaking and he didn't know why. A natural reaction to seeing so much death and pain, he supposed. He wasn't really a warrior in any way. Hadley didn't fit in with the warriors and killers that littered this pack. Hadley wasn't strong enough for that. Selene pushed into him, half into his lap, nuzzling under his chin. He buried himself into his fur, not knowing what to answer for her. Hadley didn't want anything except for the nightmare to stop.
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