**Soren’s POV
“Don’t you think it’s time we went back home?” Thomas asked me as the two of us stood in my tent late one evening. “The war is practically over now, Soren. Your uncle needs you back home to help him regroup.”
I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, not feeling the need to explain myself to my subordinate. “Not now,” I told him. It was short and to the point, and that’s all he needed.
“But you have to understand, Soren, no one expected Ethan to act that way! After he was banished… he actually attacked your uncle! He went right into that camp and bit his f*cking arm off! The man has clearly lost his mind.”
I shook my head. “I don’t want to hear anything else about my d*mn brother, all right?” I told him. “He doesn’t matter anymore.”
“Wait, what?” Thomas asked me. “I thought… if Ethan doesn’t matter anymore, then why the h*ll are we looking for Rosalie? You’re not trying to get her back to hurt him?”