His plan was relatively simple. With some brief guerilla warfare, Tetradore hoped to limit the amount of Nolan's pack he would have to face. Hopefully, the Alpha would be too confident in the boundaries of his own territory to bring much force..though they would also have to limit his ability to retreat back to the safety of his compound and the numbers that awaited to reinforce him at a moment's notice. For now, however, Tetradore chose to focus upon reducing the opposing Alpha's entourage, the Were-King almost hesitating to offer Mira's capability of assisting in the endeavor. After all, combusting a human into flames was an entirely different sort of horror then he ever wished Mira herself to witness. While he had never experienced the kiss of flames on his flesh, he was intimately familiar with the smell of burning flesh and the devastation that could be wrought by fire. His girlfriend seemed to pause as she considered the choice before her, both of them entirely aware that this would be something she couldn't come back from. She was firm when she finally spoke, her words a soft whisper as she clearly tried to come to terms with the task ahead of her. A small frown tugged at the corners of his lips before Tetradore's head shook. "Mira...this does not need to be done." He responded with far more gentleness than usual. "It is just an option - okay?" He leaned forward, his lips pressing tenderly against her brow.

Mira's head shook, the girl insistent that this was hardly upon him to solve, even if Tetradore intended to do just that. His head bobbed, the Alpha leaning away from her, just for her to reach forward and place the palm of her hand upon the hard plain of his chest. "I know you do." Tetradore replied, hardly doubting Mira or her abilities in the slightest. Though this might be a difficult battle ahead of them - the Alpha was certain they would come out on top. After all, not even Death could claim the Were-King...what chance, then, did Nolan have? He watched as Mira pulled her father's cell phone from her pocket - her fingers typing diligently upon the screen as she sent Nolan the message that would set the tone for the rest of their evening. A soft breath left Tetradore's lips as he reached up to peel his shirt from his figure, his pants and underwear following suit. His clothes were tossed towards the edge of the clearing behind his girlfriend and out of the way, the Alpha fully prepared for the shift ahead of him. The soft ping of the phone in Mira's hand drew Were-King's attention. Tetradore approached her as she glanced up from the phone, only to insist that Nolan was on his way...with the belief that he had already won. His head bobbed as Tetradore reached out, his hands gingerly cupping Mira's face as he leaned forward to press a tender kiss to her lips. It was a fleeting moment before he leaned back only to offer reassuringly, "Everything is going to be fine."

Tetradore stepped back from her, the man already calling to his affinity. Those dark shadows began to reach out to him from beneath the shade of the surrounding trees, those tendrils curling and twisting around his feet like smoke. "The second that he enters the clearing, encircle it with fire, okay? I don't want him escaping back to his compound." He continued walking backward towards the clearing edge, the corners of his lips tilting upward in a rare hint of a warm mischievousness, "Try not to look so worried Mira." He called out as he let his shadows engulf him quite in the same moment that shift began to ripple over his skin.

The sleek, ebony panther stepped out of the darkness and onto the roof of Nolan's compound. His figure closely hugged the protruding chimney, seeking shelter within it's shadow. The bright emerald of his gaze flickered downward as the slam of a door somewhere beneath him pierced the silence.

"It's only like...a twenty minute walk into the woods....uh...that way." One of the men said, the top of his hair alone visible within Tetradore's view as he pointed out to the forest.

"...she's close. Is my little wolf scared to come home?" A second voice mused, prompting a round of unsure laughter from the rest of the men.

The panther, above, remained silent and still, simply watching with a cold, calculating gaze as the small group began to move away from the house and towards the treeline. He'd brought only five other men with him. It was an easy number to pick off, though not ideal for the limited time Tetradore had. He waited until the last one disappeared into the undergrowth before those shadows swirled around his feet again, the panther reappearing in the canopy of trees just alongside the trail they'd chosen. His claws dug into the bark to ensure his purchase - teleporting in this mess was...difficult.

"Did you hear that?"

"Hear what? I don't hear shit."

"You're just paranoid, Blake.

Inwardly, Tetradore cursed himself for the noise, even if it was inevitable. Fortunately for him, Blake was drawing up the rear. The paranoid wolf was set to be the panther's first victim. He crept silently through the trees, moving stealthy from one branch to the next as he followed the small group up the path. They remained in a relatively straight line - a foolhardy but convenient move for the Were-King. He waited until Blake had paused just a moment too long to step over a relatively large fallen branch. Tetradore's shadows rushed to his call, the Were Panther jumped down onto the trail, the pine needles underfoot cushioning his footfalls as he quickly closed the distance. The very moment his paw touched the oblivious man, his shadows embraced the both - the pair appearing within a clearing that Tetradore had scouted out beforehand. The man hardly had a moment to register the change in his surroundings, the vertigo from teleportation working to Tetradore's advantage and, within moments, the large wild cat's jaws were clamped around the man's throat - tearing muscle and flesh. He ignored the spray of blood that coated his once pristine maw, the man capable of little more than gurgling upon his own blood before the light faded from his eyes.

The panther turned from Blake's body, those shadows again reaching for his figure as he appeared back upon the trail the now five men had made some measure of progress on. It was with careful meticulousness that the were-panther stalked his prey, picking them off one at a time even though they had become aware of the presence of something causing their dwindling numbers. Nolan's anger had quickly become palpable - the man having already called in more of his pack despite Tetradore's best efforts to ensure otherwise. It was fortunate, at least, that the arrogant Alpha chose to continue onwards rather than merely wait for those increased numbers to appear - leaving but a small trio to step into the clearing that Mira tensely stood within. Tetradore had made every effort to keep an eye on the group that had entered the forest as 'backup', their progression too slow to interfere as long as Mira produced that wall of fire he'd requested. That was far more important than reducing any of the rest of Nolan's posse to mere ashes. A soft huff left his nose as the were-panther's shadows once again wrapped around his feet - the man fully intending to join in the fray in the clearing to see just how his loose plan was progressing.

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