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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, then why don’t you just f*cking go

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

everyone

do, Georgia, or you’ll find yourself

mouth a bit, like she

with my mouth and told her, ‘Do whatever the f*ck you want

It was a long

us, because Rosalie was here and my son

loss of numbers on the battlefield, and I

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, I thought of my Rosalie. Pure and perfect. It would look great on her

quality, and

flower crown. Sooner or later, I would make her a real crown to go with

way to her tent and

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

was needed to

her to turn

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

move. Her eyes 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

a few days

brought you something.” Taking the flowers, I held them under

then look down at them. “Flowers?”

I picked one out

didn’t dodge like usual, and her whole body was

held the necklace out for her to

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

necklace,” I told her.

stared at me

front of her, put down the flowers on her lap, and the necklace on

led her hand to touch the gifts on her lap.

air. Gradually, her eyes seemed to focus back

the flowers, gently caressing the petals.

you like them?”

a few days. It seemed that it took her some time to get used to talking again. “Why

I want you

happy? Don’t you think you’ve got

at me, but

what? As long as you bring me gifts,

tight, tried my best not to argue

heck

I had hoped she’d like the gifts, but she didn’t seem to care at all. She looked away from me again, her