There's no saving me.
I've become a shell of the man I was. Only time will tell if I'm strong enough.
Futilely, Tetradore had hoped that Harley would merely agree to go with him, particularly when she understood the transformation she was but hours from undergoing and the very effect it might have should she lose control. The Were-King had failed Henry that night he'd first turned, and the second one. The mauling of his Vector's boyfriend was half his own fault for not being there. Tetradore refused to allow Ace to become yet another victim to his inability to be a decent Host. Harley certainly wouldn't appreciate his efforts now but...perhaps later, she might understand why he had refused to allow her to undergo such a change by herself in the confines of her apartment. His efforts to shrug off her words, however, were met with little more than a biting frigidness from the woman as Harlequin insisted, once again, that it had been her choice to face the oncoming full moon alone. It was a choice he had taken from her and yet, Tetradore said little in response beyond that lift of his shoulders in a vague shrug. He was unprepared, however, for her assertation that he was just like his mistress - those words strikingly somewhere deep within him that had strived to find some sense of humanity after all of those years of death and horror he had inflicted upon the world at Risque's command. The corner of his lips tilted downward ever so slightly in a frown. The entrancing emerald hue of his irises briefly met the vicious amethyst of Harley's own before he muttered in agreement. How he hated how right she was in that moment, his lips pressed in a hard line as his attention turned back towards the dashboard, his thoughts obviously still focused inwards as he threw the Bugatti into reverse.
Beneath his expert guidance, the sportscar peeled out of the parking lot, the vehicle lurching forward onto the streets as Tetradore muttered something about racing the setting sun. The Bugatti tore down the back streets of Sacrosanct, weaving in and out of traffic with little regard for speed or laws as they raced towards the outskirts of town. He cared little for how Harley cling to the handlebar, the simple act of driving was somehow grounding for the man, regardless of the recklessness in which he did so. It had always been the one, singular escape he'd had, as soon as he had turned of age to reach the pedals and see over the steering wheel. Tetradore ignored the whimpered inquiry of the woman at his side as he slid quite at the last minute in front of another vehicle, prompting a round of angry honking within their wake. Effortlessly, Tetradore turned onto the highway, his foot pressing further on the speed limit, the Alpha easily breaking a hundred as they flew over the empty roadways. His emerald eyes fluttered towards the darkening skies, the man constantly keeping an eye on the falling sun with each mile they put between themselves and the silhouette of the cityscape behind them. The apology upon Harley's lips prompted a snort from the man as he rolled his eyes. "You're fine, Harley." He insisted, hardly slowing in the slightest as they made their way towards the turn off for the forest that now lined those twisting and curving roads.
His foot only lifted from the accelerator as he pulled off the paved highway, the vehicle quickly slowed to a more acceptable pace, even as the engine rumbled beneath them. Tetradore pulled into an empty parking lot, the park's sign declaring the hours was almost unnoticeable within the darkness that had seemingly swallowed them, now that the city was far enough away. It was only once the Bugatti was parked between two white lines that Tetradore turned off the vehicle, reaching over to unlock the passenger door with a flick of the switch on his side of the car. He was hardly surprised by the speed at which Harley disentangled herself from the seatbelt, the girl all but spilling out of the vehicle and onto the gravel beneath them. The Were-King's eyebrow rose as he pulled himself from the shallow depths of the sports car. He easily maneuvered around the hood of the still warm vehicle, only to provide a backward glance to the woman who cursed so vehemently at him. Thankfully, Harley seemed ill inclined to further burden his evening, her antagonistic demeanor momentarily stifled if only for the simple fact that she quite truly had nowhere else to go. The pair fell to silence, however, as Tetradore led her further into the darkening forest, the panther within him altogether aware of the rising moon above and that incessant need to meet that lunar sphere. An animalistic part of the man yearned for that connection with his pack - the distance between them entirely uncomfortable and yet, Harley was his priority, for now.
He ventured off the beaten path and into the undergrowth with little fear of losing his way. It was several moments later before Tetradore paused in front of a fallen tree, his emerald eyes turned upwards towards the sky, his gaze quickly found the swollen moon peeking over the treetops. Tetradore hardly paused in his insistence that here was as good of a place as any, his own fingers reached up to grasp the hem of his shirt as he pulled the cotton upwards and over his head. His bare shoulders lifted in a vague shrug in response to Harley's question as Tetradore easily tossed his shirt over the fallen log, only for the man to reach for the button on his jeans. "It only feels sketchy the first few times... afterward...it just becomes a part of who you are, I guess." He commented as he undid that button, the zipper pulled down before Harley's voice interrupted the Were-King. Tetradore's eyebrow rose ever so slightly as Harley commented upon the fitness of his physique. The prospect of a 'super bod', as she put it, prompted a snort from the Were-King. "I doubt it." He responded quite flatly. After all, his own figure was largely the result of meeting the near-constant physical demands of both Risque and the Ark and a life long diet of overly filled proteins and nonexistent sugars, starches, or processed foods. That is, aside from the occasional dish of macaroni and cheese Matteo would sneak him, or the fae's attempts to force any sort of vegetable down his throat any chance he got.
A distinctly unimpressed look crossed his features as he listened to Harley's attempt of an excuse. The girl truly had no idea of what she was getting herself into, that much was obvious if she thought she could simply avoid that transformation with...what, some poor excuse at a distraction? A soft sigh left the Alpha's lips as he watched Harlequinn rub her hands against her arms - those goosebumps all but indicative of the cat that demanded to be let out. Even he could feel it, just below the surface, calling to its maker. He watched her as she suddenly gripped her stomach in pain, the feline clearly attempting to make it's way out. They were running out of time. She was going to hate him for this. "No, Harley, you can't wait till next week." His baritone voice uttered as he approached the woman, his hand reached out for her's prying her fingers away from her stomach as he twirled the woman into his arms. With any other woman, the action might have been perceived as romantic and yet, Tetradore had a far more purposeful goal in mind. He ignored any words of protest she might have offered as his hands sought the hem of her own shirt. Any fighting she might have given would have only collided into the firmness of his chest as he peeled off the cotton material. His grip hardly yielded upon her and yet, nor was he using enough strength to actually hurt her either, the King instead far more inclined to merely man-handle her as her shirt was tossed to the floor, followed quickly by her bra. The very presence of her bare breasts hardly garnered even the slightest of reactions from the man as his arms wrapped around her waist and towards the button on her pants. Any attempts to shield herself from him were ignored, his own movements entirely purposeful as his fingers hooked into the waistband of her jeans.
In a smooth movement, Tetradore peeled both her jeans and underwear off till they pooled around her feet. He glanced upwards at her, from his position at her feet, "Step." The Alpha commanded, hardly willing to move until she complied. It was only once he'd stripped Harley of all clothing that Tetradore saw to the removal of his own jeans and undergarments, leaving the pair stark naked beneath the pale light of the moon. Tetradore rolled his shoulders, loosening his muscles in preparation for that transformation. "Stand here." He commented, gesturing to the ground right in front of him. Already the panther was reaching for the familiar sensation of the cat within her, the far more dominant side of the man more than capable of grasping the metaphorical presence. His emerald eyes met the dark purple hue of Harley's own for a silent moment before softly, he exhaled. "Take a deep breath...." Tetradore instructed, watching her for the very apex of that inhalation before he yanked at the feline within her, dragging it to the surface at the very same moment as his own, forcing that shift upon her in the manner only an Alpha truly could. Here goes nothing...
This is my last goodbye