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Chapter 169 Talon’s Punishment

**Ethan’s POV

‘Alpha, the battle is over.” Talon reported.

We were attacked again, but my men fought hard, and the border of my territory expanded.

This time, I had a feeling we weren’t just fighting against a group of rogues. We also encountered well-trained military forces. It might have been James’s men, but my instincts told me there were also other forces out there. Someone more dangerous.

Nevertheless, it didn’t matter because all wolves looked the same to me-especially the dead ones.

The battle waged through an abandoned village near our camp, and as Georgia and I chased the remaining wolves through town, Talon, who was back on the other side of the village, reported our victory,

Talon, take those captives over into the woods and dispatch them,’ I told him, catching up to a wolf that was running with a small bag in his mouth. I knocked him onto the ground and tore out his throat in one fluid motion, leaving him reflexively jerking as the bag fell from his mouth.

Georgia jumped off my back and whistled. She picked up the bag on the ground and asked curiously, “What was so important that he’d tried to run away with it?”

‘Alpha,’ Talon said back, using the mindlink, ‘it’s against the warriors’ code for us to take their lives.’

A wave of irritation washed over me. Who did my Beta think he was, trying to tell me what was and was not acceptable?

‘Talon, I gave you an order,’ I reiterated.

‘I understand, sir,’ he replied. ‘But some of these prisoners may be King James’s men, if they catch wind of it.’

‘And?’ I asked him. ‘Talon, do as I say, now!’

First, all I knew was they were mingled amongst rogues, so they shouldn’t be treated differently from rogues. Second, they should’ ve known their fate when they chose to attack me first,

I had no patience to debate with Talon, so I cut the mindlink off. He knew what had been asked of him.

“Everything okay?” Georgia asked me, breathing heavily from the run.

| nodded. ‘Everything is fine. Or else it better be.

Georgia had opened the bag. It was filled with jewelry. Valuable loot like this wasn’t commonly seen, but I had little interest.

However, before I turned to walk away, a pearl necklace caught my attention.

“We should figure out where he took this from and give it back,” Georgia noted.

| sneered

“What?” She was puzzled at my reaction.

Talon, Georgia, or others… they still thought they were heroes to bring justice? We were f*cking rogues, no different than the other savages that we had just killed.

live and act like

my snarky comment, “Ethan,

was everyone

‘Stop trying to tell me what to do, Georgia, or you’ll find yourself

like she wanted

picked the white pearl necklace up with my mouth and told

trorted off back toward our camp. It was a long way from there

needed more rogues to join us, because Rosalie was here and my son was further north.

here, even with our loss of numbers on the battlefield, and I had far

the one

and get dressed. I examined the necklace. The moment / saw it, I thought of my Rosalie. Pure and perfect. It

the highest quality, and the clasp was

flower crown. Sooner or later, I would make her

the present, I made my way to her tent and picked up some wild flowers in

found her in the same near-catatonic state she’d been in for quite a few days. The uncontrollable anger towards the world seemed to dissipate, and my heart felt

do whatever was needed to

I said, waiting for her to turn and look at

so I proceeded into the tent and sat next

The last time I’d heard her speak was when I took her out to tell her people to leave her

was a few days

something.” Taking the flowers, I held them under her

times and then look down at them. “Flowers?” she asked me,

I told her, and I picked one out to put

her whole body was rigid like she was just

I held the necklace out for her

lifted her eyelid a little, but again, there was no emotion

a pearl necklace,” I told her. “Isn’t

at me

necklace on top of the flowers, but she was like a soulless doll; she didn’t fight, didn’t

touch the gifts

fresh flowers slowly filled the air. Gradually, her eyes seemed

traced over the flowers, gently caressing the petals. Then they brushed

them?”

She hadn’t spoken for a few days. It seemed that it took her some time to get used to talking again.

want you to be

your prisoner to be happy? Don’t you think you’ve got the wrong

still mad at me,

bring me gifts, I will happily

pressed my lips tight, tried my best not to

scoffed, “What the heck is wrong

she didn’t seem to care at all. She looked away from me again,