Madeline’s POV
Seth dragged me to one of the patrol cabins in the middle of the forest.
I could feel the anger rolling off him in waves.
“Seth, I…,” I spoke, but he interrupted me.
“Don’t even start, Madeline,” he growled as he slammed the door shut.
He crossed his arms over his chest and narrowed his eyes at me.
“Do you have any idea what couldn't have happened?” he asked, gritting his teeth. “You don’t have your wolf yet. You wouldn't be able to defend yourself. You would be dead the second you stepped one foot over the border. Why would you try to leave, Madeline? Why?”
His voice was trembling by the time he finished speaking. His face was a mixture of anger and fear.
I gulped and guilt washed over me.
“Why, Madeline?” Seth asked again after I didn’t respond
