There was nothing violent in Hadley at all. Even before he had become a slave he had been very gentle, covering it up under an act. Sure, the scarred hybrid was capable of sticking up for himself. Or, he had been. Attacking another just wasn't in his nature though. His eyes narrowed at the words, body tensing up. Insulting him didn't matter, Hadley knew he didn't have much worth. Insulting Isa though, that was another story. The last part made him snap. The memories of holding her in his arms was still fresh, her scent an armor against the world.
He wasn't going to let this wolf have Isa! Hadley had claimed her, mated with her, kept her tightly guarded. It wasn't going to happen. The crazy fear of losing her drove him forwards, the stick moving to swipe across Aro's head, turned into a blunt weapon. They might be acting like the sticks were swords, but Hadley's size had granted him a rather sizable stick, and a blow with it would be as dangerous as being struck by a club. Hadley wasn't thinking of that, just wanting to drive Aro back and away from where Isa slept.
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