Chapter37:My mate my survivor

“What the fuck are you talking about?” she queried harshly and stood to her feet. The thunder on her face could boil an egg. I kept at my distance as I nursed my chin. “Exactly what you heard me say,” I said softly and each time I tried to surge closer, she pulled farther  away, perhaps thinking I was going to hit. I would never dare do it; this was a mate I doted on so much. I wonder what could make me raise a fist at her. I dared to touch her but she let loosed, “Get lost and don’t you lay your filthy hands on me again!” she queried. I halted, pulled down my face and fondled with my fingers shamefully. “You must be out of your mind! Do you realize he is still my father, uh?” her voice blared radically. I protested, “Oh yes I do. I am scared. I am troubled within me that some day that evil man would lynch you. Didn’t you tell me you snitched on him lynch your mother? Why would a sensible man murder his own? I don’t want him to murder you like he did to your mother!” Sasha was still as