Sasha's POV
I slam the door so hard and deep down I wish it was batting his face.
Who the fuck goes about freaking scaring people? Why would he have to do that? What sort of dumb prank was he trying to pull?
Right now, I sincerely wish I didn't leave without slapping him hard or giving him a dose of his medicine.
'Sasha, you'd go easy girl! That was really harsh.' My wolf scolds. It's not her trying to be negotiable, she's gone past that. Right now, she's riled up, very much vexed.
She can't be serious. I scoff in unbelief. She is supposed to be on my side, consoling me and pulling my shit together. Instead, she's taking his side and making it seem as though I acted rashly like a mad person.
'Of course, you'd take sides with him. He's your mate after all.' I take on the defense side.
