Gabriel's POV

I looked out the window to where the Pack was starting to assemble. His time was up; I would steal his Pack from him, whether I killed him before or after didn't really matter to me. I sent Michael with the old warrior to the shop. He might barricade himself in, but acetylene torches could fix that. If it was too much, I'd let Shakes have some fun. I'm sure that crazy fucker brought some extra.

Our plan had worked perfectly, and my men imbedded with Viper's attack group confirmed that the reaction force from the Pack had been wiped out. We had basically waltzed in to his...