calamity

The life I live is one big calamity

In the aftermath of the Ark's sinking, the Were-King had made every effort to ensure each of the Nightshade members had comfortably found themselves settled in their temporary dwellings. The Ark demise had brought with it a swell of work for the Were-King, from attempting to recover anything of value from the wreck to consolidating the pack's finances - how he wished it was as simple as collecting insurance and buying a new boat! The end result, admittedly, was that it had taken Tetradore far longer than he would have wanted to get back up to the cabin in the woods. He knew the route by now by heart, the Alpha had visited it frequently enough long before Raven and Tobias had taken up residence within its massive halls. He'd made a point to ensure the lodge-like cabin was perfect in every facet - from that custom build to the deeply drilled well and the filled cellars of frequently replenished frozen and canned goods. The cabin had been purposefully prepared to be ready at a moment's notice, Tetradore simply hadn't anticipated that it would be so soon...or even while he was still alive. Such thoughts, however, were buried in the back of his mind as he urged the Aventador off the highway and towards those much smaller side streets.

The vehicle was, admittedly, not the best to take on roads that eventually turned into dirt paths, weaving through the forested mountains, and yet, at least the weather was good and the ground was dry. The passenger seat beside him had a small paper bag filled to the brim with novels the bookstore store owner had recommended. Tetradore, admittedly, had never held a great interest within those novels or the stories printed upon those multitudes of pages. Many of those supposed 'classics' were all but foreign to him. What he was aware of, however, was that Raven had a love for her novels - those books all but filling her room till a second, designated 'library' had been built. It was a library that had too quickly filled to the brim - that is, until it sank to the bottom of the ocean. Books, he was assured, were impossible to recover. And so, the Were-King simply bought new ones. Surely they could be replaced just as easily as they had originally been bought, couldn't they? Even if Tetradore was oblivious of how many of those titles Raven had already read, much less her preferences on genres, topics, or authors.

The very sound of the Lamborghini's engine seemed to reverberate within the forest that surrounded the cabin, even as Tetradore pulled into the driveway. He glanced briefly at the Ford, the Were-King ensuring it too had survived the initial trip out here in the same state it had left the Ark in. The very sound of his vehicle had garnered the attention of Tobias, the deviant near quick to practically attack Tetradore the moment he stepped out of the car. It was only after some sort of catching up with the boy and an appropriate gift of cookies that Tobias scampered away with his newest treat, leaving the Were-King to venture up the porch and towards the large cabin itself, that paper bag dangling by the handle from his fingertips. "Hey, Raven?" He called out as he entered the home, the Alpha hardly bothering to knock and yet, he was certain the girl would hear him all the same.

I don't owe you a god damned thing