The Fear of Letting Go

DEREK'S POV

Ever since I was little, I've always known that it was wrong for a female wolf to wield a sword. I didn't know why and I never bothered to know why. I just simply accepted it.

For the very first time, I saw a female wolf hold a sword like an experienced warrior. It took me a while to master how to truly hold a sword rightly; so seeing her hold a sword that way simply meant that she knew just how to use it.

It was embarrassing to admit but she held the sword far more better than I did.

"Only a true warrior can hold the sword perfectly well like you just did," I told her refusing to believe her claims of not knowing how to fight. I'd be damned to believe her lies when the truth was starting right at me in the face.

"I honestly have no idea what you're talking about and I shouldn't be here in the first place." She replied, returning the sword back to its location.

There was only one way to find out if she was truly lying or not. I knew she was lying but I needed her to admit