There was a firm certainty within the depths of his baritone voice - a sort of apathy even in the face of the emotions that ran rampant in the little shed around him. This fight had but two options. They could all flee back to the safety of the borders of Sacrosanct and forever be out of the reach of their previous Alpha...or Tetradore was left with no choice but to strip the man of his titles, his power, and his throne. It was hardly an impossible task to do. After all, it was how he had gained the Ark and half of their existing pack as it was. Nolan, however, had amassed a far more...comfortable position within this small town. It was a fact Tetradore was not oblivious to. It would make things more...difficult. Regardless, the Alpha watched in stoic silence as the man before him struggled with the choices he was presented with, his fingers tightened into fists as if he was angry that he might be called out in such a blunt manner. Silence seemed to drag between them, her father clearly considering his options before, finally, his shoulders fell in utter defeat. His voice was quiet as he finally gave in, the man determined to stay in Mira's childhood home. The Alpha's head dipped ever so slightly in acceptance of her father's choice. It was the elder man's sudden inquiry to his intentions, however, that caught Tetradore off guard.

His brow arched silently as he regarded the man before him. Somehow, he suspected this was exactly the sort of business dealings went with Nolan. The opposing Alpha offered something Mira's father couldn't say no to...and in return...he'd offered up his own daughter on a golden platter. Really, he supposed Nolan and himself desired the same thing...only he had managed to acquire the young woman without imprisoning her. "We can discuss that when it's done." He answered curtly. His response was, it seemed, ill received by Mira's father. Despite the defeat that once was mirrored within those dark irises, the man now stared at him with some sort of...pointless...defiance? Or maybe it was the scrutiny of curiosity? Either way, it was a gaze that Tetradore met with the same sort of ever present blase indifference. It was Mira alone that seemed to break both men's attention as she stepped forward with her hand outstretched, all but demanding her father's phone. Tetradore watched as her fingers danced across the screen, his gaze deviating only at a final word of unexpected appreciation from her father. Tetradore's head bobbed once before his attention flickered back towards his girlfriend.

A shout from the house dissolved the tension immediately in the small shed. Mira's father stepped away, mumbling as he did. Mira led the way back into the house, the Alpha trailing behind her as they stepped into the busy home. Mira, beside him, cleaned closer towards him as she uttered softly that she'd at least managed to solve one of their problems. His brow rose in a silent question. Mira was quite certain that, if nothing else, she could ensure that the rather inevitable fight could be brought to them - on their terms. It was, admittedly, a rather easy guarantee to make when they had the thing that Nolan wanted most - Mira herself. As much as Tetradore hated to admit it...Mira was the perfect bait. A frown etched itself across his lips. He hated the idea of involving Mira in this bloodshed...but it was unlikely Nolan would harm the very prize he sought so fervently. The Alpha's head shook ever so slightly, "I'll think about it." He murmured back. Despite the assurances that he would handle the matter, Tetradore was well aware that the odds were stacked against him. He was outnumbered and in a foreign territory. He knew of no topological advantage he could take. There was no backup he could call. It was a bleak situation...but Tetradore thrived in the desperate hours.

Mira's hand reached out for his own, her fingers interlacing in his larger, calloused ones. That touch, unfortunately, did little to change his mood. His thoughts still filtering through the battles he'd fought, the strategies his Mistress had employed, anything that might offer any sort of...idea. His girlfriend's voice cut through his thoughts, demanding his attention and easily, Tetradore's head bobbed in agreement. "I could eat." He answered simply. After all, they would need the strength for the battle ahead of them. He followed Mira towards the kitchen table where the rest of the Ramos family gathered around heaping plates of food plated on colorful fiesta-wear. Each setting was uniquely colored in a mishmash of vibrant hues that reminded Tetradore of his own heritage. He took a seat beside Mira, quietly accepting the food offered to him with a soft, but nonetheless appreciative word of 'thanks'. Tetradore listened quietly to the idle conversation between Mira and her family, the man making little effort to interject unless explicitly spoken to. His thoughts, instead, drifted back to the far more pressing problem at hand, one that eventually struck the beginning fibers of a strategy. It was hardly a good one, by any means, but it was the best he had. He leaned over towards Mira, his voice soft as he muttered, "I think....I might have an idea.

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