Syn POV.
I watched as the vein the Greg’s temple slowly began to throb with rage. The muscles in his arms bulged and tensed as his hands tightened around the edge of his desk. The wood creaked and groaned under the pressure he was putting on it. I could almost feel the anger rising off him through the pack magic. I didn’t need to see his face to know that his eyes had turned wolf yellow. Greg had very set opinions of what was right and what was wrong. Having to tell him what Mac had told me the other night was one of the hardest things that I’d had to do in my adult life so far. Slowly, after what had felt like an age, he began to look up. His eyes were back to their normal shade, but the anger in them was still scarily obvious. His jaw was still tense and the vein was still throbbing.
“You’re 100% sure?” I nodded.
“She told me herself. She wouldn’t … couldn’t have lied about something like that.” Greg sighed and sank back into his seat, apparently deep in thought. I stared at my interlocked hands and waited for what seemed an age before he looked up and spoke again. There was a coldness in his eyes that I rarely ever saw.
“I want you and the rest of the boys to take Blake out. Permanently. In any way you can, as long as it cannot be traced back to you or the pack.” His eyes met mine. “As soon as you can.” I nodded, relieved that he had made the decision that I’d hoped he would.
“What about Patrin?” I asked, my stomach clenching with anger. Greg frowned and his eyes darkened at the mention of Mac’s tormentor.
“Him too.” He growled, his hands forming into fists again. I nodded again and slowly got to my feet.
“Thank you for your time, Greg. I’d better go talk to the others.” Greg waved away my thanks.
“No, thank you for telling me. I can imagine how hard it was for you to hear it once, never mind have to repeat it to me.” He rubbed his temples. It hit me then, how tired he looked.
“At least we found Sam.” I remarked, trying to cheer Matt’s dad up. He nodded thoughtfully. Sam had been found in a ditch in a remote county, after being the victim of a drunken prank by some of his human friends, who couldn’t remember what they’d done to him. It was actually quite amusing. Well, to our childish sense of humour anyway. I turned and headed for the door.
“Remember to keep me updated.” He called as I pulled open the solid oak door. I nodded and walked out.

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Mac’s POV.
I stood, arms crossed, in the doorway to the kitchen, staring at the guys gathered around the island in disbelief as they planned to assassinate my former alpha. And that’s something I never thought that I would say. They were all pouring over various different plans and bickering over what would be the best one. They hadn’t yet realised that I was there.
“That plan is ridiculous, you must be insane to think that it’ll work!” Exclaimed Jimmy, staring at Zacky incredulously.
“No, the lot of you must be fucking suicidal to even consider doing this.” I snorted, leaning against the doorframe. Syn sighed, we’d already had this discussion. And I use that word lightly. Very lightly. The other just looked confused.
“Suicidal? Seriously? You’re over reacting Mac. We’ve done stuff like this before and we’re still here to tell the tale.” Replied Matt, raising both of his eyebrows at me. I snorted again and pushed off the door frame, walking into the room properly.
“I can guarantee that you have never taken down an alpha who is this corrupt, and this deep in corruption and illegal businesses before. It’s not just two hits you have to do. It’s going to be at least seven, maybe eight. And you’ve got to make sure that none of them are suspicious. AND you’ve got to make sure that none of them can be traced back to the pack. And you’ve got to do it all without alerting Blake or Patrin, the two that you’ll have to take out last. At the very least it’s stupid and it’s almost certainly suicidal.” By now I’d reached the counter and stunned them into silence. “You all lack the intimate knowledge of the pack, landscape and local area that are vital in order to succeed. You are going to get yourselves killed.” Subtlety, blatantly not one of my stronger points.
“Then help us.” I looked at Syn.
“A) I am not suicidal. B) I have already escaped that shithole once and have no intention of going back, and C) I have been an assassin once and it is another thing in my life that I have no intention of revisiting.” Syn sighed again and walked over to me putting his hands on my hips.
“Babe, please.” He breathed, resting his forehead against mine. “You have everything that you’ve just said we need. Besides, then you’ll know that Patrin’s dead and can’t do to other girls what he did to you.” I glared at him.
“Don’t fucking guilt trip me into this.” I snapped. He just smiled.
“Why? Because it’s working?”
“Yes and you damn well know it!” He just stayed smiling at me, knowing that I was going to agree eventually. I sighed. “Fine. But first things first, shred the lot of it.” I ordered, pointing at the pile of plans that covered the island.