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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.

like rogues, then

at my snarky comment, “Ethan,

everyone

eyes at her. ‘Stop trying to tell me what to do, Georgia, or you’ll find yourself in the sort of trouble you don’t need

bit, like she wanted

mouth and told her, ‘Do

back toward our camp. It was a long way from there since we

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

even with our loss of numbers on the battlefield, and I had far more wolves and land than I’d had to

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

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

highest quality, and

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

tent and picked up

she’d been in for quite a few days. The uncontrollable anger towards the world seemed to dissipate, and my heart felt heavy in

do whatever was needed to

waiting for her to turn and look at

so I proceeded into the tent and sat next to her on the cot,

wall, away from me. The last time I’d heard her speak was when I took her out to

was a

brought you something.” Taking the flowers, I held

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

her, and I picked one out to put it behind

body was rigid like she was

I held the

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

pearl necklace,” I told her. “Isn’t it

stared at me

on top of the flowers, but she was

her hand to touch the gifts on her lap.

filled the air. Gradually, her eyes seemed to focus back on

flowers, gently caressing the petals.

like them?” | asked

few days. It seemed that it took her some time to get used to talking again. “Why would I want them,

you to

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

know you’re still mad at

As long as you bring me gifts, I will happily stay

pressed my lips tight, tried my

“What the heck

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