His attack was knocked aside so easily. All the energy had turned to waste. Hadley traced the movement, not understanding why it had failed. Yes, he didn't know how to fight, but he had felt so sure of himself in that moment. The wolf stepped forward, and Hadley flinched, brown eyes looking uneasily into blue ones. Why was he so close? It made him rather nervous. Looking down Hadley found himself staring at a very masculine chest. It was rather like his own, if defined differently. Where Hadley's muscles came from his work, those muscles clearly came from battle.
The words pummeled against Hadley. Ears flattened he leaned back, even more upset than before. He didn't love Isa, didn't have her as the center of his world. He'd simply lost control, acting on something that he shouldn't have. Hadley was doing his best to care for Isa, make sure that she was never upset, never cried, but he had still done something he shouldn't have. The heat between their bodies was strong, Hadley far too aware of that, thinking about how he wasn't capable of love. The snicker hurt, Hadley simply standing still as Aro moved back.
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