“Absolutely not. I don’t want you on hunts” You crossed your arms, biting your lip to hold back your frustration. You knew he was trying to protect you, but the stubbornness in his voice was pushing all the wrong buttons. “Sam, come on. I’ve been training. I’m ready. You can’t keep me out of this forever.” He wanted to keep you safe, wanted to keep you as far away from the danger as possible, but there was a part of him that knew you were right. He couldn’t shelter you forever. “I’m serious. I don’t want you out there. It’s too dangerous.”