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The scarred hybrid took his time kneeling. His entire body ached. No more than it had when he was with Amy, but more than it had for some time. On the ground he looked up, brown eyes hopeful and fearful. He wanted to succeed in this, but what if he wasn't enough of a warrior for it? Hadley couldn't say that he was willing to fight against others. He'd never been great at hitting back, and Amy had completely knocked the fight out of him. Healing was all he was good for now.
He managed to not flinch when the giant sword was drawn, the metal hitting against the stone echoing through the small room. Breathing deeply he listened to Jazper's words. He had a good point. Seeing his pack mates as capable at fighting and killing as those he feared had chilled him to the bone. It was difficult, thinking of facing him that way. A small tremor ran through his frame. Still he stayed tall. I will be able to. He would face his fears. He wouldn't abandon his pack.
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