I've poured myself into books about familiars ever since I first came across the word. Just seeing anything about a witch or warlock made me think of Davante since he's the only one I know but to know that were's have made themselves useful to witches and warlocks in this way had me curious. To know that there could be an escape from my life at least for whatever time I could be spending with him, someone who doesn't get under my skin or hate me. I'd do anything to not think about myself if just for a moment at this point. I've never had a power that made me feel good at anything until I picked up healing. Just knowing how to put my hands over a bullet wound and make it spiral its way out of someone's skin while the tissue repairs itself...it's pure magic to me. It makes me feel stronger, if only a little.

At his question, I don't have to hesitate to nod my head in answer, my shoulders shrugging a little sheepishly as my eyes look away from his. "Actually, it's all I've thought about since I came across the term." He sounds so irritated and its enough to make me think of giving this whole thing up and dismissing myself. Maybe he has no use for a were, or rather, no use for ME. It would be a lie to say I don't think about what he did for me that night and that I don't want to pay him back in some fashion but this is about more than that. I need a goal in life, something to give me a reason to wake up in the morning and maybe this is it. Maybe I'm not much for protection right now but maybe I will be some day. After all, fear is linked to my shield and that seems to be an instinctive emotion for me when I see danger and I can use that on him and if he were to call on me when he's hurt, I can heal him. As for the running with no sound, perhaps I could use that to sneak up on someone for him or to get him out of a sticky situation. Who knows, right? I try to have hope when all seems hopeless. I've been trying, anyway.

He moves past me and it's like feeling his shoulder push past mine brutally even though he didn't touch me. He collapses onto the couch and looks at me and I feel like I'm being sized up and probably being found wanting. My shoulders start to slouch a little, the beginnings of failure already weighing on me even though he hasn't said a word. I'm sure I haven't really put myself out there as someone he would like to have at his side. What have I done for him besides run for my life while he fought my fights for me? I know I haven't proven I deserve that chance but can I prove it now? I look down at my feet as I shift my weight and when he speaks again, I look up almost in surprise that he's not outright rejecting my offer. He seems to be weighing his options. This feels suddenly more like a professional conversation rather than a friendly one. I shake my head. "No, I don't, because I know right now you have no reason to say yes."

I sigh and plop right down on the floor across from him, sitting indian style as I fold my arms across my knees. "I want to do something with my life besides working a part time job at a cafe and living in a town where my best friends hate me. Raven thinks I'm a traitor and Tobias tried to shoot me with a bolt. The guy who seems to want me around is a were that wants the power of pack and I refuse to give it to him. It's only a matter of time before he uses his powers on me to either get what he wants or kill me. I want this because it's the only option I don't hate, the only options where I don't end up watching my friends get tortured and thrown around like rag dolls. I know I don't come off as much in the way of protection but I do have skills I can use. I may not be a weapon like some weres, but I still have my strengths." I look right back at him evenly now, my gaze expectant and ever hopeful that he'll at least give me a chance to prove it'll be worth it.

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