Play with fire

"Why didn't you tell me about the self-defense classes?" Is the first question he asks me after we sat down on the small bed. There is nothing left of the anger from earlier, just pure regret.

"I didn't think it mattered. It's not like they helped me in any way. I'm still useless." I say, playing with the strings of my hoodie.

Silence takes over as I feel Axel tensing up next to me.

"I didn't... earlier... It's not what I meant." He stumbles over his words awkwardly trying to touch my hand but changing his mind at the last second.

"It's the truth. I could train for a lifetime and still, nothing would change. I don't have a wolf. Combat is in wolf shape. It's not like I could ask the rogues to fight in human form so I can stand a chance. And I wasn't good at it anyway. Worse than even an average human." It's hard to say it out loud, but... hiding it doesn't make it less real. "I am finally able to admit that. I am good at other things... I am great at math, I am a good cook. I used to w