'Bite her, turn her, butcher her.....just see to it she survives long enough until her first shift.'. Those words spoken with such saccharine sweetness echoed within his mind, accented with that French lit that was so distinctly Risque's. Oh, how his teeth had so ravaged her form, that acid tearing through jeaned material and flesh before his saliva so entered her bloodstream, tainting her with DNA - turning her from mortal woman to something else entirely. He had taken her back to the Ark that night - to the pack that she would soon belong to. Already he could feel the complicated intricacies of that connection beginning to form in the depths of his mind, even if he was certain that she had remained oblivious to just what she had become. She had left the Ark in veritable shambles when he had awoken the next morning, Mira informing him that the woman had thrown something at her in her flight, only narrowly missing the she-wolf. The very thought of it sent the Were-King bristling, even if he hadn't truly realized at the time just how infatuated he had become with Mira if the slightest bit of harm afflicted her could prompt such annoyance within him. That very need to protect her had assaulted him with a vengeance as his care for her only exponentially increased. His own irritation had prompted the man to take a far more passive role than he otherwise might have - though both Harlequinn and himself likely needed that time to become composed once again before this evening.

Tonight, however, the inevitable was about to occur. Tonight that change would shatter her, putting her back together piece by piece till she too found that feline within. He could hardly leave her to experience such an earth-shattering event by herself. The damage Henry had done in his own denial was hardly something he wanted repeated for Harley, particularly when her turning had been traumatic enough as it was. Admittedly, knowing how important Ace was to her, he too feared for that overeager little puppy if left alone, trapped with a panicked panther. A soft breath left the Were-King's lips as that blue Bugatti turned down the familiar Western street that belonged to the young woman herself. He slowly eased the vehicle to a stop in front of her townhome and yet, Tetradore was hardly inclined to quickly make that trek up to her front door. His hand reached up to run through his curly brunette locks in a small glimpse of his own stress, only for his emerald eyes to fall upon the face of the watch upon his wrist. Sun was already beginning to set, the once bright blue of the sky already starting to darken, casting a multitude of pastel colors across the horizon. He could hardly procrastinate any longer on this than he already had. Tetradore needed to ensure they were safely in the comforts of the Southern Forest well before the moon began to rise lest that shift overcome her far before he was ready for it to.

Slowly, his eyes fluttered closed as he leaned back against the headrest of the leather seat, the man basking in that tranquil silence for one final moment before he opened the car door, assured that the rest of his evening would hardly go as well as that singular peaceful moment. He slid out of the car, the door closing behind him before he made his way up the sidewalk and towards that porch. His fist lightly knocked upon the door, the very sound seeming to reverberate within the home. He could already hear the energetic barking of Ace on the other side of the door, accompanied with Harley's voice telling the small puppy to shush. He waited in front of the door, his hand nestled within his pocket and yet...that door never opened for him. Quite on the contrary, as his head tilted to the side, Tetradore began to notice that the once loud barking of the puppy had become...quieter, coming from far deeper in the house now as if Harley had abandoned the door altogether. Of course she had used this opportunity to finally use that peephole in the door. A small frown crossed his lips as his first rose to lightly knock on the door again, "Harley, I know you're in there." He commented, loud enough for the woman to hear him, surely. Even so, that door remained firmly shut, and the house equally as quiet as if Harley could merely ignore him and Tetradore would simply leave. It was unfortunate for her that he was not nearly as inclined, tonight, to let her be.

His eyes fluttered closed as Tetradore tried to refocus upon that fateful evening near a month ago, the details of her home recalled vaguely enough that he felt that teleportation surely within his capability. Matteo would undoubtedly chastise him for this, he was sure. After all, the man had near lectured him about the importance of ensuring the furniture never moved of those teleport locations lest Tetradore find himself trapped in a wall that hadn't been there before. Those shadows all too quickly rushed to his command, embracing his very figure. He vanished from that doorstep, the man appearing in mere breaths upon the other side as his darkness unfurled like the petals of a flower. His gaze skirted over that hallway as the man moved further within her home, entirely unphased by that clear indication that he was an unwelcome guest. "Harley....?" He inquired as he moved towards the living room, clearly searching for the young woman. The very sound of his voice prompted that barking to begin anew, the small puppy more akin to a very beacon that guided the man for the feisty woman that was so clearly holding him, judging by the puppy's lack of appearance.