years I've walked in the coldest winds
from sorrow and pain I find my strength
the more I hurt, the clearer I see.
He could hear the little dog in a yipping frenzy on the other side of the door, as if the puppy remembered their last encounter enough to dislike him. Tetradore supposed he shouldn't be surprised though. The little black dog had been all too eager to attack him the last time he had invaded Harley's apartment. This time, however, things would be different - or so he hoped. A small frown crossed the man's lips as he glanced back up at the door, altogether aware of the simple fact that it remained closed. A soft sigh left his lips as his head tilted to the side, the man well aware that the once sharp barking had diminished with each passing moment, echoing instead somewhere deeper within the apartment. It was unfortunate, truly, that she had finally learned to use the peephole in her door now. His voice echoed almost loudly in the hallway as he called her out and yet, that door remained firmly closed, all the same, the woman clearly not interested in any of the ill-intentions his presence so often brought with it. Unfortunately for her, tonight was even less of an evening in which he was willing to be ignored. His own eyes fluttered closed as the man sifted through those memories of the previous month, attempting to recall the general layout of her little flat. Silently, he hoped she hadn't taken to the shifting of her furniture as the Alpha called to those shadows, letting them rush forward to embrace his masculine frame. In mere moments, the darkness unfurled around him, leaving Tetradore standing in the still silence of her apartment hallway.
"Harley....?" His voice seemed to echo loudly in the otherwise quiet apartment and yet, the baritone rumble was enough to prompt that little puppy into a flurry of sounds all over again, sounds accompanied with the scraping and clawing of little pinpricks scratching at a surface. How curious. Nevertheless, the sound of it was near akin to a beacon for the Were-King as he made his way further through the home and towards the singular bedroom in the back of the apartment. Tetradore heard her voice echoing through the apartment, that quick-witted tongue still ever present even despite the unfortunate circumstance. "All of it, I'm afraid." He responded bluntly and yet, that frown remained ever present upon his features as he reached for the bedroom door that stood slightly ajar. His hand pressed upon it, letting it swing inwards only for Tetradore to be faced with the young woman he had been so fastidiously hunting for - with a gun in hand. Great. The last thing he had wanted was to die tonight. His resurrection was... time-consuming and a luxury that they did not have. Tetradore's emerald eyes darted around the room, only to note the closed bathroom door with light seeping out from under the crack. She'd put the dog in the bathroom. Well...at least she was learning, he supposed, though it meant he could hardly utilize the puppy against her in the same manner he had before.
Her voice near immediately pulled the intensity of his irises back towards her and yet, he hardly made any move to placate her. Quite the opposite, his hands remained nestled, lackadaisically, within the pockets of his jeans as if he was hardly concerned in the slightest of the danger she posed to him. Tetradore's eyebrow rose at the aggressive contempt so voiced for him and yet, his shoulders merely rose ever so slightly in an apathetic shrug. "You won't kill me." He responded with notable certainty as if he already knew the future of this outcome. She might not yet feel that connection between them. She might not yet realize how much she needed him but soon...soon she would and he had every intention of attempting to do right by her, even if he too knew it would inevitably tossed in his face. His gaze turned towards the bathroom door again, the small puppy all had resorted to a feeble whining out of some greater desire to help his master while being entirely unable to do so. How well he understood that sound. His gaze cut back towards her, her position had loosened, the woman hardly holding the endurance yet for such a taunt stance for very long and yet, he had little doubt that she would pull the trigger if he invaded any further upon that space she'd claimed. For now, he merely leaned against the bedroom door frame, his entire body relaxed and at ease in spite of the barrel of the gun he stared at. "Yeah...bondage isn't really my thing," Tetradore responded and yet, there was a hint of genuineness within the depths of his voice, the man hardly goading her, for once.
The very hostility that seemed to echo from her was hardly enough to dissuade her, and yet, for a moment, Tetradore felt uncertain of how much of the truth he intended to tell her here and now. As much as he hated to admit it, it was unlikely she'd go with him readily with the simple promise that he did not intend to take her back to Risque. The very absence of the girl's fear clearly indicating her mental state. Slowly, his hand reached up to run through his dark, curly locks. "You might not remember it, but I bit you. You're going to shift tonight. First, it starts with this feeling of your skin crawling. You probably already know what I mean, don't you? Then comes the fever, like your body's on fire and nothing you can do will stop it....and then aches...like a cold only way way more intense." He paused, that soft sigh echoing from his lips before his emerald eyes lifted to find the unique purpose hue of her own. "I can leave you here to shift by yourself, if you want, but I can't promise your panther won't kill Ace without me here....or...you can come with me and I can take you to a safe place where no one gets hurt and at the end of the night you can come back here safe and sound. My way hurts less though." For now, he chose to leave out the very part that she had little choice in the matter. After all, she was his in every definition of the word. She couldn't escape him, she couldn't run from him, they would be connected together for all eternity. How lucky they were.