Game of Dragonborn.

Chapter 123 - Hunting 01.

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Third Person POV.
The Gift.

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Jon headed to the camp filled with rage. While his orders were clear—no one was to raid any village or town in the North—being in such a large group meant no one would dare attack them.

"Is there anyone here who dares to defy my orders?" Jon asked angrily, summoning all the leaders who followed him.

"It was Barr, he gathered his men and left the day before, starting to attack nearby villages in search of loot. Three other groups joined them," one of the men commented.

Barr was the leader Jon had put in place of the Lord of Bones. He didn't trust the man, but as long as he didn't disobey Jon's orders, Jon didn't care—until now.

"So we have a group of 400 free folk out there. Do they think I'm an idiot? That I won't kill every last one of them?" Jon spoke, replacing his anger with a cold tone.

"My lord... they think that now they've passed the Wall, they no longer want to be your soldiers... saying they'll claim their place in the South. That it's their right." One of them murmured nervously, so much so that no one usually used 'my lord' to speak to Jon, but no one really wanted to face an enraged Jon at that moment.

"So be it... I will hunt each one of them myself." He announced, taking everyone by surprise.

"Are you serious?" Mance asked, surprised.

"Yes... I command this place. I wouldn't normally do this, but I'm responsible for all of you, and I made it clear we would not attack the common folk of the North. They have nothing to do with our fight, so I am responsible for those villages." Jon said. He was ruthless to his enemies, but he hated putting people in danger who had nothing to do with his rage. That's why he let most of the guards who kept invading castles stay alive.

"Besides... it's been a long time since I've hunted. Maybe it's time to return to my old hobby." He said in a cold tone, while most there looked at him, wondering if hunting 400 people could really be someone's hobby.

"Then let a group go with you." Mance still insisted.

"No, I'll go only with my animals. It's time to test my direwolves. We have some time. Just take care of the camp and make sure no other foolish group leaves. Set the example, because in a few days, they'll all be dead." Jon said and turned to leave the tent as everyone watched him.

"Jon, let me go with you!" Val, who had been by his side in the meeting, quickly exited the tent, demanding to go too.

"It will be faster if I handle it myself. Just take care of the other girls, while Mance commands the camp while I'm gone." He said, also asking her to keep an eye on the Night's Watch patrol, hoping Jeor Mormont would remain in command to defend the Wall against the dead.

Jon didn't wait long. He just went to the tent with Val, explained the situation, and although Ygritte was as insistent as Val about wanting to go with him, he refused.

Jon wanted this to be quick and deadly, and no one better than himself for that. So he stepped out of the tent the next moment. Even though it was already close to nightfall, everyone was watching him, already knowing what he planned as the rumors quickly spread among the leaders.

"Wish I could go too, but it looks like you're set on going alone." Tormund approached Jon at that moment as he nodded.

"It's better this way. Besides, I'm not alone," he said as several direwolves began moving through the camp, following Jon.