The Alpha's gaze fluttered upward as the figure of his girlfriend darkened the once empty doorway. Despite the warm, yellow lighting of the bathroom, a shadow seemed to linger over Mira's features, transforming the usually bright and determinedly cheerful smile she often wore into something far more...distressed. The very sight of that subtle transformation caused a frown to tug at the corner of the man's features as he slowly stood up right, his irises flickering over her figure in some vague attempt to discern what was perturbing her. He was aware, vaguely, of her fiery pigmented eyes upon him, surely tracing the remnants of a battle hard fought and well won. It was hardly the first time, however, that Tetradore had gotten hurt within the ring. In fact, it was a rather common occurrence. He only ventured into the arena when someone had proven themselves worthy of his attention. Such altercations tended to progress with his opponent throwing everything they were capable of. If only it helped any of them in the end. Mira stepped further into the bathroom with his gentle prompting, her shoulders dipping with the weight of whatever lingered upon her mind.

Her inquiry prompted a soft snort from the man, one that was followed by the rise of a singular brow as Mira offered her own sort of 'congratulations'. How easily he could follow her gaze, flickering from one wound to the next. "They'll be gone by tomorrow, Mira. You know that." He reminded her, even if the scratches that littered his abdomen and tore into his right shoulder seemed like they should be worth far more fretting than Tetradore was giving them. He could still feel the vague sting of them when he moved ever just so, reminding him of minor inconveniences that he chose to ignore. The blood was overlooked, even as it trickled slowly down his back. The bath, he was certain, would see to cleaning his figure, in relaxing his muscles, and bringing back that sense of placid aloofness that the Alpha was so characterized by. His attention, however, refocused upon the woman in front of him as she sighed softly, only to admit that there was a reason behind her intrusion.

"I knew it." He muttered, distractedly, as he reached down to touch the surface of the bath awaiting him, checking to ensure its temperature was exactly how he liked it. He glanced back towards her, his gaze meeting hers as she continued to fill him in on the phone call she'd had with her younger sibling. He was aware, vaguely, of some of the details of Mira's unfortunate involvement with her previous Alpha, as well as the circumstances that had led her that fateful night to Sacrosanct. Her father's continued gambling addiction hardly surprised him in the slightest, much less the attention it drew upon the small family with one daughter still to offer a particularly power hungry and controlling Alpha. How quickly the circumstances seemed to remind Mira of her own childhood - and the life that had been stolen from her. A soft puff of air left his nose as Tetradore slowly stood up, his intense gaze falling upon his girlfriend as she insisted that, somehow, this was surely within her ability to fix.

It was a blatantly stupid idea, whatever plan Mira had. Her father was unlikely to stop and equally as unlikely to get himself out of whatever trouble he had gotten himself into. Mira's old Alpha, too, was unlikely to accept any sort of payment beyond the ebony wolf herself, especially if he knew of her involvement. No, Tetradore knew exactly how this would play out...and exactly the only option truly available to Mira. He had known, naturally, that this day would one day come, though the Were-King had hardly been in a rush to bring his suspicions to life. Nolan, however, had made his move and now, it was time for Tetradore to retaliate.

The hopeful sound of his girlfriend's voice drew the Alpha back to the present moment as his head dipped in a brief nod. His hands shifted towards his waist, his fingers easily undoing the button on his pants before letting them fall to the floor. He stepped into the warmth of the bath, the man slowly easing himself down into the heat with a soft sound of contentment upon his lips. "We'll leave in the morning." He commented as his gaze flickered closed, his head leaning back against the tub. The conversation was clearly over, the Alpha determined to take a brief reprieve for himself before he went to war to ensure what was his remained that way, even if Mira harbored some childish belief that she could mend things without her return being noticed.

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The loud rumble of the sleek black Venero alone garnered far more attention then even Tetradore had anticipated as the sports car crawled down the low income residential streets of a foreign neighborhood after several long hours of driving. The Alpha glanced up in his rearview mirror, silently watching a gang of young men that had gathered behind the car, clearly ecstatic to see something so...fancy within their neighborhood. Their curiosity was entirely palpable, mirrored on the faces of several older residents stepped out onto their porch, whispering amongst themselves. At the very least, Tetradore supposed he was hardly spared informing Nolan of his arrival. News in these sorts of neighborhoods tended to travel fast. His jaw set as his gaze turned back to the GPS on the dashboard beside him, the overly accented voice declaring that their destination would be upon his left. The Alpha's gaze turned towards the quaint little home he slowed to a stop in front of, only to glance towards Mira in confirmation that they were at the right place. "Ready?" He inquired, even as he watched a man he could only assume was her father step out of his home in baffled curiosity of the vehicle parked in front of his house. It was only with affirmation from his girlfriend that Tetradore reached over to open the gullwing door at his side, the man stepping out of the vehicle with a feline-like grace. There was something different about him, in that moment, Tetradore exuding a sort of unmistakable confidence that came with being an Alpha. It was the very sort of aura that prevented the small crowd from approaching the sportscar as he gave them a single backward glance - the kind of look that made even the ruffians here hesitate. Briefly, his gaze shifted towards Mira, waiting for her step out of the vehicle before the weight of his silent, stoic attention turned towards her father.

My heart is just to dark too care. I can't destroy what isn't there

so if you love me let me go

Deliver me into my fate & leave me with my sins
If you still care, don't ever let me know