Mackenzie was burning with the desire to kill the intruder. The only reason she didn't do it - yet - was Damion's order. Deep inside, she felt relieved that he was alive. And equally deep down - the Beta wasn't the most of communicative people on Earth - she wouldn't mind if the Alpha changed and gutted the stranger. Hell, she wouldn't mind gutting him herself.<br/><br/>Focused on keeping the intruder pinned down, the Beta didn't notice the shot until she felt it burn her paw. "Son of a bitch", she murmured to herself, clenching her fangs for a moment. Mackenzie didn't really mind the pain. It was more the surprise she didn't care much for.<br/><br/>Although she felt the urge - one more time - to kill the man, she decided it was in everyone's best interest to remain in control. So she just gave him enough of a beating - it couldn't even be called an official beating - to keep him quiet, before stepping away and checking her injured paw. After moving her fingers and making sure it was still functional, the Beta decided to let it go. It hadn't been the first time, nor would it be the last.<br/><br/>Retreating into a darker place of the room, she reverted back to human form, and ran for some decent clothes before returning. Her left hand was still bleeding, but she didn't seem to mind. Her focus was, once again, on the stranger. She would give the Alpha a look, as if asking silently for permission, before speaking. "I don't give a fuck whether or not you die. I'd kill you myself, and that's not out of the question, yet. Now tell me who the fuck sent you here."