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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.

you and Talon don’t want to live and act like rogues,

and shocked at my snarky comment, “Ethan, what the f*ck is

everyone

what to do, Georgia, or you’ll find yourself in the sort of

bit, like she wanted to speak,

mouth and told her, ‘Do whatever the f*ck

toward our camp. It was a long way

northern tier. I needed my territory expanded, and I needed more rogues to join us, because Rosalie was here and my son was further north. Anyone who wanted to get to them needed to first be able

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

that mattered, though, when the one thing I wanted… was so distant from

went into my tent to shift into my human form and get dressed. I examined the necklace. The moment / saw it,

the highest quality, and the clasp was made of pure

her a flower crown. Sooner or later, I would make

to her tent and picked up some wild flowers in the woods

near-catatonic state she’d been in for quite a few days. The uncontrollable anger towards the world seemed to

needed to snap her out

waiting for her to turn and look

into the tent and sat next to her on the cot, facing her.

were focused on the wall, away from me. The last time I’d heard her speak was when I took her out to tell her people to leave her be,

was a few days

you something.” Taking the flowers, I held

her to blink a few times and then look down at them. “Flowers?” she asked me, like she

told her, and I picked one out to put it behind her

and her whole body was rigid like she was just a

held the necklace out

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

I told her.

at

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

hand to touch the gifts on her lap. “Rosalie, don’t be

of the fresh flowers slowly filled the air. Gradually,

gently caressing the petals. Then

you like them?” | asked

hadn’t spoken for a few days. It seemed that

want you to be

be happy? Don’t you

still mad at

long as you bring me gifts, I will

pressed my lips tight, tried my

scoffed, “What the heck

the gifts, but she didn’t seem to care at all. She looked away from me again, her eyes refocusing on