Mackenzie sat there, smoking quietly, as the Alpha spoke. Her gaze was kept on his, and she seemed to almost drink every word he spoke. As she heard, her mind was working behind her usual self imposed silence.<br/><br/>The Beta knew she had a black-and-white approach in life. Good or bad, right or wrong. She wasn't one to look at shades of gray. Her life - a life she never referred to - had built her up like that, and she wasn't about to change. Not even for her pack.<br/><br/>When her opinion was called for, Mackenzie stood up and walked to the Alpha's side. It was a silent declaration of her loyalty to Damion. Standing there, she looked for the assassin's eyes. One of her brows raised slowly as she considered the situation. "I don't give a damn about him. But if we do get him to change around us, it's a controlled environment. He ain't gonna kill some innocent around him. One of us will have to pin him down."<br/><br/>The girl took a step closer to the couch. She seemed to be measuring the assassin's size with her gaze. "I'll do it. Help him out. Show him what it's like. Not here, though. Not in the house. If this son of a bitch ever so much as considers harming one of us again, I claim the right to his throat."<br/><br/>Mackenzie was a hot-head, that was true. But she could also be rational enough - now and then - to see that some situations called for a slightly different approach. She turned her gaze to the assassin's eye one more time. "What do you eat? Got a place to stay?"