Amalthea's pov "Where are we going?" I asked for the millionth time, as Alpha Nicholson led me deeper into the woods. “You’ll see,” he said tersely. “So, I should just keep following blindly?” I asked irritatedly. "That's what you are doing right now, isn't it?" He retorted. I stomped my feet to the ground. “I’m not moving an inch until you tell me where we are going, Alpha,” I folded my arms across my chest, my brows knitted in a frown. "Now's not the time for your childish tantrums,” he said in a dangerously low tone that sent shivers down my spine, but still riled me up regardless. "Childish tantrums?" I gritted out. "Now's not the time for an argument, believe me,” he turned on his heels and began walking, no doubt expecting me to follow behind him. I remained rooted to the spot where I stood. I had to make him understand that he couldn't control me, I wasn't his minion. "Amalthea." Nicholson growled back at me. "Like I said, I'm not moving another inch till you tell me
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