He hadn't been doing much. Just out getting a meal for Isa. The scent of her heat was mingled with his own fur, his posture tall and proud from the knowledge that he had managed to claim her and keep any other males from taking her. Well, there had been one, but he'd made Isa cry. If Hadley ever saw him again that hybrid was gonna be sorry he'd ever been born. Not that Hadley had a clue about how to fight. He knew some defensive skills, but that was the extent of what he could do. On this route a familiar flash had him frozen to the spot.
His gaze had shot over, spotting someone working with his sword. Hadley's heart pounded loudly, watching the deadly dance unfold. The grace and skill was breathtaking, and absolutely terrifying. Hadley wasn't sure what he would do, faced with such destruction. He wanted to run and hide, to curl up where no one could see him. Instead he stared, watching with a strange fascination. What must it be like, able to deliver death so easily? Hadley shivered at the thought. He didn't want to be able to do that, only to be able to protect those with him. That was all.
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