The swirl of those ebony shadows embraced the Were-King, whisking him away from the warm comfort of his brother's Northern mansion, in stark silence he stepped out and into the evening darkness of the now deathly silent docks. The roar of his aventador in the distance as it tore down those Western streets and towards the highway. A soft breath left his lips, his eyes rolling at the very antics of his father figure. As if losing the Ark was not enough, his lips pressed together in a hard line and yet, Tetradore hardly uttered a word of it as his feet approached the clearly distressed young woman, her back to him as she stared intently in the direction the Aventadore must have vanished off to, if the rubber tire tracks were anything to go by. It was the sound of her name upon her lips that made the girl jump, her feminine figure whirling to face him with such distress that Tetradore found himself entirely caught off guard. He was hardly oblivious to the glassy look to those usually golden eyes, much less the way her very skin seemed to glow with the lava that existed just beneath her caramel flesh. He'd never seen her so upset before, the very sight stunning him to silence. After all, Tetradore had never been terribly...good at handling those more tender emotions.

He watched as she stumbled with those words, the Alpha quickly piecing together what she so struggled to tell him. For a single, fleeting moment, those emerald irises softened at the very realization that she was so upset because of what she had lost, and what those vehicles so clearly meant to Tetradore in turn. His hand rose, the very action ceasing the nonsensical words that had begun to leave her lips in some warped mixture of the languages they both speak. It was Tetradore's insistence that he knew what happened already that seemed to prompt a baffled look upon her features and yet, he was already inspecting the remains of the vehicles that Matteo had left untouched. The matter, as far as Tetradore was concerned, had been dealt with. Her inquiry of who it was, however, drew the weight of his gaze, another soft sigh left his lips, prefacing the singular word he spoke. "Matteo." It was hardly a descriptive answer, at least not the one he suspected Mira was looking for and yet it was the very answer to the question she had asked all the same. The Were-King hardly tarried, however, the man instead turning to pop the trunk of the Noir.

Tetradore reached for the two duffle bags at Mira's feet, the man hardly bothering to inquire their contents as he piled them into the trunk. His entire focus was upon the task at hand, his thoughts still turning with what he still needed to do tonight before he might finally be given a glimpse to rest, to cope with those emotions that so darkly and deeply gripped his soul. The Alpha was unaware, in that moment, of the very way that Mira seemed to watch him though their silent time together hardly lasted long before the bright flood of headlines turned onto the docks, pulling at a slow speed out between the highly stacked shipping crates. A soft breath of relief left his lips as he watched the black suvs come to a halt just before the small collection of sports cars. The Were-King hardly paused as he turned towards the vehicle, making his way towards the Englishman that was ushered out of the vehicle. The pair were quick to exchange those pleasantries before Tetradore offered Sebastian the keys to one of his rarer vehicles, the rest of Dorian and Sebastian's staff quickly moving around them to take hold of their own set of keys and claim their own vehicles for the trip back to his brother's estate.

Eventually, Tetradore moved back towards his own Bugatti, Mira meeting him at the side of the ebony car. The soft whisper on her lips, however, was met with the furrow of his brows as Tetradore glanced back towards the staff that had begun to take their positions behind the wheel of those sports vehicles. "I don't know." He commented simply, trying not to dwell upon that simple fact as he opened the door of the Bugatti. Truthfully, this was a big step of trust in his brother that he was performing tonight, the Alpha so rarely held enough belief to place the fate of his cars in anyone's hands. He turned back towards Mira, issuing the singular order to follow him closely, Tetradore entirely disliking the idea of taking his eyes off of her when he had already lost so much tonight. It was her comment of keeping her out, however, that prompted a quizzical look upon the Alpha's features, the man left staring blankly at her. "What?" He inquired, his own tendency to guard those being he cared for most was so second nature that he hardly realized just how it so affected Mira in turn.

"Aiden! Are you ready?" That distinctly British accent tore his gaze from the young woman in front of him. "Oh, yeah, let's go." He called back to his brother-in-law, only to provide Mira with one final glance before the Alpha settled into the smooth leather of the Bugatti's bucket seats. Those unspoken concerns from Mira would surely be something he would deal with after the cars were safely tucked behind the walls of Dorian's residence. He glanced through the tinted window at the girl beside him, watching with furrowed brows as she put her helmet on her head. His gaze fluttered back towards the steering wheel as Tetradore fit his car keys in the ignition, the vehicle roaring to life beneath his hands. Tetradore glanced in his rearview mirror as he led the procession of vehicles, the man carefully ensuring each one of those cars began to move in line behind him. For once, Tetradore's speed was kept unusually lawful, the man even going under the speed limit several times if only to ensure each of those sportscars continued down the path back to the estate. Though that paranoia was hardly necessary, Tetradore found himself entirely relieved when they made it to the gates of Dorian's estate - the very sight of hie ebony Bugatti was all that was necessary to prompt the doors to slide inwards, providing Tetradore with passage to the long circular driveway.

The Were-King carefully parted his vehicle perpendicular to the circular driveway, allowing for the rest of his cars to fan out around the driveway. He shut off the Noir, stepping out of the vehicle only to watch in silent judgment as the rest of his cars took their place, Dorian's driveway quickly filling up with his rather large fleet. There was just enough room left for the blue Aventador and yet...the absence of it was...disconcerting. Where the fuck was Matteo? Where the hell had the fae taken his vehicle? That frown once again crossed his features as he moved to open the truck. Perhaps Dorian had heard from their father again...? It was a feeble hope but one all the same as he lifted Mira's duffle bag from the back of his vehicle, the man effortlessly tossing it over his shoulder before he closed the trunk. Already, his brother-in-law was dismissing the staff necessary for the transportation of all of those cars, the Englishman soon after joining Mira and himself with his manservant in tow. Vaguely, Tetradore gestured for Mira to follow him into the luxurious home, the Alpha falling into step behind his brother-in-law as Sebastian led them back into the living room where Dorian surely was waiting. "Have you heard anything from Matteo? He's still not outside." Tetradore inquired immediately upon stepping into the living room, the Alpha hardly considering those introductions that surely was required of him. The location of their father and the Aventador apparently of far greater importance to Aiden.