Tetradore was hardly oblivious to the way those men were eying the woman that accompanied him. It was hardly a look of want, not quite a glance of possession. No, it was familiarity. He knew, naturally, what that meant. They were likely apart of Mira's old pack, the group sent here on her old Alpha's whims. It had certainly not failed to cross his mind that perhaps this whole charade had been orchestrated by the man all along. Perhaps, he had purposefully seen to that denial of his payment with the sole purpose of prodding at the Were-King. Or even worse, with the intent of something like this occurring, where he might feasibly get Mira back. Unfortunately for him, Tetradore was hardly the sort of individual to be toyed with in such a fashion. While her previous Alpha might strike fear into the hearts of his brethren, Tetradore was fear incarnate. He had been carefully tailored by the hands of Satan herself. That very assurance that everything was still fine hardly seemed to touch the heart of the young woman. Those signs of her unrest were subtle, but he knew they were there all the same.

If only they knew how much Mira had changed and yet, the last thing he needed at the moment was for that anger to spark her own still unwieldy affinity. He shifted purposefully, his hand settled firmly upon Mira's hip, pulling her into him ever so slightly. His body language was so dreadfully clear. Mira was his now, and his alone. The very territorial part of the Alpha so flaring as his emerald eyes pointedly met the glaring gaze of the sandy-haired fellow. For all his usual placid and indifferent demeanor, there was a reason that he had become the Alpha of the Nightshade pack, there was a reason he was called the King of the West, it was finally time that they too discovered this. He watched the way the Were seemed to eye him as if deducing just what sort of competition he might be and yet, Tetradore's gaze hardly tarried, not until Ethan once again stepped in the spotlight with his own harshly uttered inquiry. Really, it should be obvious what he wanted, and yet, Tetradore was content to let Ethan wait those few seconds longer until Mira's stalker turned his gaze away from that vibrant emerald stare. Tetradore was quick to remind the man of their initial business proposal, one that Ethan seemed hesitant to make good on, not when he viewed the numbers as being in his favor.

That feminine voice at his side caused his lips to press ever so slightly together in a brief glimpse of discontent and yet, Tetradore was hardly upset at her. Quite on the contrary, this whole situation set him slightly on edge, much less the fact that he had to let her out of his sight when clearly her old pack members were on board the ship. Even so, his head bobbed ever so slightly in a small glimpse of acknowledgment, knowing well what she was up to before her hand gingerly brushed against his own, providing him a small squeeze of reassurance before she was headed back into the hallway they had come from. Tetradore's gaze shifted briefly towards the sandy-haired man, entirely aware of the way in which his gaze seemed to linger on Mira's retreating form. It was Ethan's voice, however, that drew his attention back to his business partner, of sorts, as the fellow commented on Mira's distinct exotic beauty, a fact that Tetradore merely agreed to with a small grunt. "I'm here to talk business - not her." He pointedly reminded the man, hardly up for those chummy conversations of women when he wanted nothing more than to be off the boat.

"I have no intention of paying you any more than I already have, so you can leave the rest here....and the girl, and go." Ethan commented, clearly looking quite smug with himself. A scowl crossed Tetradore's features as he reached down for the duffle bag he ha brought consisting of the rest of their product. "I don't think so," Tetradore responded simply, tossing that bag over his shoulder in an almost pointed fashion. He watched as the blonde man rose, whispering something to Ethan who merely nodded in agreement. The fellow moved towards the hallway of the boat, his very disappearance only further set Tetradore ill at ease and yet, there was nothing he could do now about it. Mira could surely handle herself....or so he hoped. He could hear footsteps somewhere upstairs, the heavy footfalls of a man before another individual moved within that room, the sound of a gun being drawn hardly went unnoticed by him. He watched Ethan smirk that same knowing grin as if he was sure he would get his way in this. A sudden, loud thud upstairs caused everyone's gaze to turn upwards, the very tension within that room rose substantially by that singular noise and before he knew it, the man in the far back corner had crossed the room, the drawn gun placed at his very temple.

"What the fuck is going on out there!" Ethan snarled and yet, Tetradore presented him with merely a small, slow shrug, the Were-King seemingly unperturbed by the cold, gold barrel of the Dark Hunter's gun against his flesh. He watched as Ethan turned towards the three men still left in the room, demanding their shift. His gaze merely watched as their skin seemed to ripple, those clothes tearing at the seams as their bones snapped and popped, shortening and elongating till three distinctly patterned wolves stood in front of him. A small sound left his lips as if Tetradore was merely watching the scene with only vague intrigue. In that singular moment, he was every bit the man Risque had trained him to be, prepared to get his point across with whatever means necessary and yet...for now, the Were-King hesitated. After all, he could hardly leave the ship to its demise without his Lady Luck. For a moment, he reached out to that very line that bound her to him, the man simply feeling her presence as she moved through the ship, doubtful that she even felt him accessing that otherworldly connection as she moved closer and closer towards him.

Mira's sudden return but moments later hardly served to make things any less terse, even despite Tetradore's own thankfulness for her proximity. The Dark Hunter immediately drew a secondary gun at her arrival, only for Ethan's head to shake vehemently. "No, I want her alive." He huffed at his paid guard, that very insistence only served to intensify some of those suspicions that had swirled about within Tetradore's mind in the last few minutes. It was the sound of a male's voice that instantly drew the party's attention, even though Tetradore hardly dared to move to glance back towards the hallway. The goon's words echoed off the walls, Mira's name upon his lips buried beneath those cursed words. Tetradore's emerald eyes slid towards the woman, watching as she slowly leaned closer towards him, clearly reaching for the touch of his palm. For a moment, his eyes turned back towards the crowd in front of them, eying them with a sort of emptiness to the depths of his gaze, an inkling of sorts crossed his mind, the kind of which both pleased and terrified him all at once for what he was capable of becoming. It was the soft nudge of that gun against his head, however, that finally prompted the release of that affinity, the very fear he was more than capable of instilling filled the room, the very lights above seemed to flicker and dim.

He could hear the wolves whimpering at the very touch of his power and yet, it was the Dark Hunter he cared about. That moment of distraction was all Tetradore needed as his head sharply pulled away from the gun, his hand reached out to grab Mira, pulling her into him at the same moment the Hunter's finger pulled the trigger, those shadows already raced towards them, enveloping them at the very sound of that gunshot and yet, before that bullet ever hit its target, they were merely gone. In a split second, the pair were deposited in the fresh air of the night sky, stars shining above them, back on the deck of Tetradore's own yacht. Tetradore moved quickly towards the helm of the boat, glancing down at his watch as he pulled the lever for the anchor. "We need to move away from them before those explosives go off. We have two minutes. I don't want to be here when the police arrive." He declared over his shoulder, his hands moving altogether deftly at the helm, providing her that singular warning before the boat began to move, speeding forward as fast as he felt comfortable with, trying to put as much distance as he could between them. He had only just moved them out of danger's way when that very loud explosion occurred, those flames shooting up in the air, the very force of which near painted the sky with its blaze, causing even Tetradore to glance backward.