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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.

and act like rogues, then why don’t you just f*cking go back to

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

everyone questioning

Georgia, or you’ll find yourself in

her mouth a bit, like she wanted to speak,

necklace up with my mouth and told her, ‘Do

back toward our camp. It was a

tontrol of the 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

than they had been when I’d first arrived here, even with our loss of numbers on the battlefield, and

that mattered, though, when the one thing I

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

the highest quality, and the clasp was

I would make her

her tent and picked up some

The uncontrollable anger towards the world seemed to dissipate, and my heart

do whatever was needed

said, waiting for her to turn and

into the tent and sat next to

focused on the wall, away from me. The last time I’d heard her speak was when I took

a few days

Taking the flowers, I held them under

look down at them. “Flowers?” she asked me, like she wasn’t sure what

picked one out to

usual, and her whole body was

“And this.” I held the

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

I told

at me

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

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

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

gently caressing the petals. Then they brushed the smooth

you like them?”

she lifted her gaze and looked at me. She hadn’t spoken for a few days. It seemed that it took her some time to get

you

want your prisoner to be happy? Don’t you

you’re still mad at

as you bring me gifts, I

tight, tried my best not

scoffed, “What the heck is wrong

she’d like the gifts, but she didn’t seem to care at all. She looked away