Their death

THIRD PERSON'S POV

"Sir, we counted all the rogues the best we could with the shredded bodies. There were only 67 of them," Logan rushed to Alpha Maverick, who was standing by the lake, with his foot on the large stone as he looked at his reflection in the clean water under the moonlight.

"What about the remaining 9 of them?" Maverick asked, his gaze stuck on the phone that he snatched from the rogue who was cunningly going to throw it in the lake.

His gaze was hard and cold, his thoughts hard to decipher as he scrolled through the messages passed between the rogue and a private number.

Though his face was expressionless, his subordinates knew not to get too close to him just in case things went wrong.

"We covered the area from all the sides, didn't we?" Alpha Maverick asked after some time and the subordinates looked down at their feet.