Tetradore could feel it, the tugging at that bond between himself and Mira as the she-wolf struggled to get his attention. His vibrant emerald eyes slid towards her, the Were-King all the more attentive to those thoughts that ran through her mind. A small frown pressed at the corner of his lips and yet, Tetradore said nothing than to provide her with a subtle nod of his own head. The Alpha watched from his periphery as Mira raised her hands in defeat, clearly attempting to placate the men that surrounded them. His features, however, were near meticulously stoic, hiding every facet of his own thoughts on her makeshift plan. He was hardly oblivious to the emphasis she placed upon the singular word. It was a clear message meant for him alone and yet...it was clear in that singular moment how little she knew of him. He had been, after all, so carefully crafted and cared for in such a way to foster that killer instinct. He was trained to face certain death and return triumphant. To leave now, when the threat was so within his control, was foolish. In an almost dismissive fashion, Tetradore's gaze turned away from her, instead settling upon Ethan as the mortal man contemplated not only the threat she provided him but whatever value he might gain from going along with her plan to release the Alpha.

The sudden thud, however, abruptly interrupted those tentative negotiations. Mira's name upon the lips of some man somewhere behind Tetradore only caused his frown to deepen. He hardly moved, however, the Were-King entirely cautious of the Dark Hunter's potentially trigger happy finger. Rather, his gaze briefly fluttered towards Mira herself, watching as that sense of pride within her sweeped to twist and warp into a silently pleading look for his own escape, the realization of just how badly this affected them seemed to dawn upon her. A soft breath left his lips and yet, Tetradore refused to accept defeat quite in this fashion. It was strikingly easy to simply..turn off those emotions, to distance himself from the world at large in the way he was so often forced to in order to cope with the horrors his world had once consisted of. He hardly anticipated Mira to notice the indifference at which he had began to regard the room with, at least, until his own affinity so abruptly lashed out. Although he was more than capable of hunting and maiming each one of those individuals, such would take far more time than he currently wished to invest, considering his intentions to see to the demise of the ship and all of its inhabitants as it was.

The very room began to darken at the slightest touch of his capabilities, the lights above eerily flickered, resembling a haunting from the afterlife. He knew, at least to their visions, his very figure would twist and contort, taking on the ravenous figure of a nameless monster deep from their own individual fears. That very sound of terror within his ears was almost...normal to the Were-King, those whimpers reminded him of the dance club he had once been chained to, in more ways than one. Even despite the very depth of his affinity that he subjected the wolves and that hunter too, his very gift for fear remained blissfully free of Mira herself. She alone was spared the touch of his power and yet, he knew well the Hunter was not likely to receive those those terrors without a fight. He was quick to move, lunging for Mira quite at the same moment the hunter's finger moved. The very darkness of the room so assisted in his speed, those shadows rapidly building around them as the loud gunshot reverberated within the hull of the yacht - only for the pair to disappear but a split second before the bullet slid through the air in the very space they once were.

That darkness spat them back out onto the deck of his own boat, the night air almost welcoming with it's chilling nips in comparison to the adrenaline filled hull they had just left. His emerald eyes glanced down at the woman that clung so tightly to his figure. The corners of his lips twitched upwards in a small smirk at the soft sound of relief that left her lips. Her inquiry, however was met with only a brief nod before Tetradore abruptly pulled away from her. "Yeah, I'm fine." He commented over his shoulder, quickly stepping towards the helm as he move the lever to hoist the anchor back up. They didn't have enough time to spend standing there fretting. They had exactly two minutes before the speed boat was set to blow and the last thing Tetradore wanted was to be within its immediate radius. He was quick to urge the boat forward, no longer coaxing it with the same gentleness he once had but hours before. No - he wanted to put as much distance between the two ships, lest anyone happened to glance out their window at the yacht that would soon be on fire. The less suspicious they could seem, the better. He purposefully kept those required lights off - though it was certainly dangerous, Tetradore was taking every advantage he could to make their retreat overlooked.

The roaring sound of the sudden explosion behind them caused Tetradore to glance back at the ship they had just left, the fire billowed into the sky, casting a sudden brightness on the ocean. A small grin crossed his features at the musical sound of Mira's laughter, that awe quite clear in her voice as her gaze turned towards the damage they had caused. Perhaps, with that, she would find some measure of safety. The men that had once eyed her so salaciously were no more, much less the danger they could pose in the event her old Alpha discovered her location. Her sudden declaration that their meeting had been awesome caused his emerald eyes to glance back at her again, a soft chuckle upon the man's lips. Her inquiry of his power, however, prompted little more than a shrug on his shoulders. "It was fear." He responded quite bluntly, pausing before remembering Mira's blatant dislike of those half-truths he so often gave. "I can manipulate and create fear." Tetradore continued, making an effort to expand upon that which he had so skirted over but seconds before. He continued to let that boat speed forward till the fiery wreckage was little more than a dot on the horizon.

It was only once Tetradore was assured of their safety that he navigated them out of the main thoroughfare, only to release the anchor closer towards shore. Those little lights flared to life on the boat, illuminating the silhouette for any passing by ships. He had strikingly little desire to return to the Ark tonight, the hull of his own ship certainly well stocked, the interior particularly lavish and, to be frank, there were far other thoughts upon his mind. "We should be fine here, for the night." He uttered softly as he closed the distance between Mira and himself. For a moment, his emerald eyes shifted towards the horizon, ensuring he was satisfied with the distance between the two boats before his gaze turned back towards Mira herself. For a moment, those emerald eyes simply observed her features before his hand slowly rose. His fingers caressed her cheek, before gingerly following the trail of her jawline to behind her neck. Tetradore leaned forward, his mouth pressed against her own. His lips fit with such perfection against her own and yet, Tetradore was hardly satisfied with that innocent kiss. He stole a second and a third from her before pulling away from her uttering softly, "Gracias por tu ayuda...".