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I stared at JP, confused about what he was doing. Could I run? No, he had me in his grip. “No, I can’t run?”
Disappointment flickered across his face. “Your m-mind is still wired wrong. You don’t w-want to run. Y-you’re not stuck. Kick me, h-hit me, wrangle out of your shirt, t-there are always places to go.” He shoved me away, his expression cold and hard. This wasn’t the gentle man I knew, this was the same man I saw in the cave when the Coyotes attacked for the first time.
“T-There is only one r-reason to fight and that’s to p-protect.” He pointed at Darren, Regan, and Aspen who followed us outside. “B-But we’re all trained in c-combat, you w-won’t need to protect us.”
I nodded, my mouth dry. This wasn’t the lesson I expected, but I drew in every drop of wisdom he could offer me.
