McKenna POV.
I flinched as Syn’s fist hit Patrin for the umpteenth time. I closed my eyes against the constant thwack of flesh hitting flesh. Tears leaked silently out of the sides, running freely down my cheeks. Johnny stood next to me, his arm wrapped firmly around my shoulders. Trying to give me some form of comfort as my tormentor of so many years knelt on the ground less than ten metres away. I felt someone stop next to me. I glanced over to see Zacky. He smiled caringly at me and put his arm around my waist. I stood like that, sandwiched between him and Johnny for what felt like an age, just listening to the sound of Syn beating Patrin, want to, but unable to watch. My tears gradually grew in strength and frequency, until I was openly forcing myself not to sob. Eventually Matt’s hoarse voice broke the monotony of the continual punches.
“Syn, enough.” He croaked, uncrossing his arms. Syn ignored him, kicking Patrin viciously in the stomach. He doubled over gasping for breath, only to be hit in the side of the face by Syn’s flying fist. I looked away, feeling sick to the stomach at the sight of his face. “Enough.” Repeated Matt, more forcefully. Still, Syn ignored him, continuing regardless. Jimmy laid a hand on his shoulder.
“Syn. Just finish it mate.” He said, glancing over at me. It was like Syn couldn’t hear them. He was in another world, where all that existed was him, Patrin and his anger. Nothing any of the guys could say would get through to him. They were all reluctant to jump in and pull him away, knowing how angry he was. Hell, I know how angry he was. I felt that anger too. But I just couldn’t stand it anymore, the pain inside began to burn uncontrollably as memories rolled back and forth through my brain. Eventually, the pain became unbearable. I wanted to be over. Needed it to be over. Using the speed I’d gained from my mysterious father, I darted forward, out of Zacky and Johnny’s embrace. Grabbing a knife from the sheath hidden in my boot, I dodged round Syn and pulled it across Patrin’s throat. Moving away I stood facing Syn, knife pointing downwards dripping blood onto the dusty ground, just like the tears that fell off my chin. I couldn’t even being to hide the pain that I knew was showing in my eyes as I spoke to him.
“Enough Syn. It’s over.” The others were just staring at me in shock. Slowly, I could see Syn forcing the anger, the bloodlust, back. He smiled weakly at me, opening his arms. I stepped into his embrace, not caring that he was covered in Patrin’s blood. Not caring that I was covered in the same blood. Not caring that I had just killed someone else. And not caring that the knife that I killed him with was still in my hand, dripping blood. I just needed to be in his arms.

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*CAUTION MATURE(ISH) CONTENT!!!*
I laid on my back, staring at the beige canvas ceiling of the tent that Syn and I were sharing. I’d been lying that for hours, trying to sleep, but unable to stop myself from worrying about what tomorrow will bring for me. For Syn. For my pack, both old and new. Next to me Syn rolled over and blinked sleepily at me.
“You still awake babe?” He mumbled, pulling me in close. I sighed and snuggled into his arms, loving the feel of being so close to him.
“Mmmm.”
“Have you slept at all?” I shook my head.
“No. I can’t. I’m panicking about tomorrow.” I looked at him, knowing that he would be honest, even if I hated it. “Have I made the right decision?” He paused for so long before answering that I thought that he’d fallen asleep again.
“I’m not happy about it, but I think that it’s the right choice. I think that it’s the only choice you have. I can’t deny that I’m worried about you. Fuck, I’m terrified for you, but I think that you’ve made the right choice.” He replied, his breath stirring the odd wisps of my hair that lay on his chest. I looked up at him and pressed my lips lightly against his. He began to kiss back carefully, obviously not wanting to push me too far after the day’s events. I, however, had different ideas. I began to kiss him more forcefully, putting all of the passion I felt for him into one kiss. He deepened the kiss further, slipping his tongue into my mouth. I responded in kind and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him even closer. Eventually, we both pulled away breathless. His eyes bored into mine.
“Mac,” He breathed, his breathing heavy. I cut him off by kicking off the blanket that was covering both of us and kissing him again. The kiss was all raw need and desire. His arms were on either side of my head, supporting his weight as we made out passionately. I could feel the desire stirring as he moved away from my lips and began to trail kisses down my neck. I moaned softly as he hit a tender spot. I felt his smirk against my skin as he started to suck on it, making me groan even more. Bollocks, I was going to have such a bad love-bite in the morning. I ran my fingers through his newly cut hair, tugging gently, but persistently on the roots until he moved his head back up to where I would kiss him. I shifted my weight slightly, pressing my body even closer against his. Syn pulled away from the kiss and stared at me again, despite how much I knew he wanted it.
“Mac, you don’t…” I growled low in my throat and flipped us over so that I was straddling him. Slowly, deliberately, I pulled my top over my head and threw it to one side, leaning down and kissing him again. He growled back, but gave up whatever half-hearted restraint he’d been holding onto. His kisses became even more intense, more impassioned than mine. His fingers ran round the top edge of my short shorts, teasing, infuriating me. I growled again, this time more insistently. He chuckled and rolled us over again, carefully, slipping my shorts off. There was only one item of clothing separating us now; his boxers. And that, I decided, was one item too many.