There was precious little reprieve for the were-King from the nuances which so troubled him with the precarious balance as the Western Alpha, the Ark's owner, and, the latest title to resurface upon that list, the very slave to one particularly demonic vampiress. Her return from that afterlife he had thought he'd sent her to had been nothing short of earth shattering for the man, particularly with all that so required his near constant protection. In a way, the man had jumped from one battle to the next, his peace treaty with Frost hardly provided him with even a moment's breath before he found himself face to face with his maker. That very evening he had spent within Isolt's home with the woman had hardly been forgotten, his skin alone near crawling at the memory even as he followed that familiar route that led to the auburn haired woman's sanctuary. He tried to press those thoughts from the back of his mind, the man entirely purposeful on the fashion he refocused his thoughts upon the young woman whom had so stolen his heart all those years ago. Tonight would be the last evening he spent with her before her wedding. It was their last little 'date night' so to say, even though he knew well he had been out of the race for some time. It was difficult to so give up on her, even if he hadn't really given her his all either since she had committed herself to Damon.

A soft sigh left his lips as that bright blue bugatti pulled into that driveway, that car turning dark as the internal lights turned off. He pulled the keys from the ignition, the were-King stepped out of that vehicle, those emerald eyes turned towards that home, those bright lights as warm as the girl who lived there. A small simper settled on the man's features as he made his way towards the door, his hand hardly had the chance to raise to the door before it so suddenly swung open. He was hardly prepared for that sudden embrace, the man entirely unable to help that warm chuckle in the back of his throat as his arms wrapped around her petite frame. "Did I leave you waiting?" He inquired in an almost teasing fashion, those bright green eyes turned down towards her, his lips brushed against her forehead in an affectionate gesture. "I take it you're ready?" He inquired, holding his hand out for that basket she gripped. His hand lingered upon the small of the girl's back, entirely willing to enjoy those few final moments he had with the woman without the ever watchful gaze of her fiance. God, her wedding was going to suck.