Henry's pov
We had agreed to meet in the woods. It was far beyond the borders of both packs. It was a neutral zone.
The assassin arrived minutes later, hooded and silent. He didn’t bow. He didn’t speak. Just stood there, waiting.
I stepped out from behind the trees, careful to keep my posture casual, but not too casual. The kind of confidence that makes men trust you… or fear you.
“You know the target,” I said flatly.
The man gave the barest of nods. “Malakai. Publicly, if possible.”
I handed over a scroll, sealed with wax. “There’s a skirmish coming. In the chaos, no one will know. Just make sure it’s clean, final. You get your reward after.”
“Double,” he replied coldly.
I smirked. “You’ll have it.”
We parted without another word. No names exchanged. No witnesses.
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