The secret side of me, I never let you see. I keep it caged inside but I can't control it.
Everything was falling apart. He could feel the world he'd so carefully built for himself finally slipping through his fingers. For months now, he had struggled to maintain those strikingly opposing lives he lived and now....now everything was gone. His pack was scattered in the wind, Tetradore had been all but determined to see each one safe in some sort of temporary home, his contingency plans for his own inevitable death proved nothing short of useful in this endeavor. It was only once he was left standing upon the docks with Mira alone that Tetradore began to consider those few possessions he'd rescued from the wreck - the Ark entirely gone to the abyss of the darkened oceanic waters. There were distinctly few places that Tetradore could leave his fleet of sports cars - they were far too ostentatious to simply sit on some street corner curb and any fear their pack had once provoked would likely have diminished with the blatant power display that was the hulking cargo ship. And then...there was the matter of Mira herself.
If he had been wise, he would have sent her with Raven and Tobias. Mira surely could have found some comfort in the tranquility that encompassed the log cabin he'd secured for his childhood companion. More importantly, she would have been safe there...and yet....there was a part of Tetradore that was inclined to selfishness when it came to her. Even when he had nothing left to offer her, he still found himself...possessive over her in ways he often forced himself not to display. He had tried to deny those feelings he had developed for Mira over the past year, his efforts to push her away were both frequent and fleeting and yet she still seemed to welcome him back into her bed without even a query on the Alpha's ever-changing moods. He had considered, of course, how things might...change between them now that the comfortable wealth he'd once offered the pack was stripped away.
A soft breath left Tetradore's lips as his emerald eyes stared out into the vast void of the darkened ocean before him. The crowds had all but dissipated, leaving the couple to nothing but the silent crashing of the waves. It was the gentle touch of her hand on his shoulder and his surname on her lips that finally caused the Alpha to turn from the oceanside, though he hardly even glanced in her direction. "Watch the cars. I'll be back." He instructed, his shadows already swirling at his feet as he turned his back to the ocean. Perhaps it was that dominant blood that flowed through his veins that contributed the Alpha's often brusque nature, the man disappearing before Mira even had a chance to respond to him. Regardless, Tetradore had an unwavering trust within the Hispanic woman to follow his vague demand while he saw to the fate of those vehicles. And maybe.....after that...he would take her to the very cabin he should have sent her to this entire time, even if the very thought of it prompted a frown to the Were-King's features.
Within mere moments, Tetradore's shadows unfurled around him, leaving him standing on the very doorstep of his sibling's Northern mansion. It was, admittedly, the only place he could think of to leave his collection of exotic vehicles. Dorian had not only the space and security needed but was also close enough to facilitate the abrupt movement of his entire fleet. Softly, the Alpha inhaled, steading his turbulent emotions before his finger rose to press the luminous button of the doorbell. Tetradore could hear the melody of the bell playing somewhere deeper within the house. He hardly had to wait long before Charles answered the door with a distinctly baffled look upon his features. After all, it wasn't often that someone got through to the front door without going through the gates. Matteo, he suspected, hardly even bothered with the politeness of the door when he appeared. "I need to see Dorian, immediately." He informed the manservant, the Alpha hardly bothering to wait for an invitation inside before he moved past Charles. The Englishman closed the door behind him, the butler's footfalls quick in his wake. "May I inform his Majesty what the visit is referring to?" Charles inquired as Tetradore made his way towards the living room that was so often the epicenter of their familial gatherings. "Just....tell him I need him," Tetradore responded, the Alpha hardly bothering to explain himself as he stood in front of the windows that lined the living room. His hand reached up to run through his hair in a small display of his own stress, the Alpha presenting Charles with his back. The very gesture so seemed to signify the end of the conversation, leaving Charles to fetch his brother in whichever way he saw fit.