Regan hadn't been back in Sacrosanct long and found readjusting took a lot more time and effort than she had originally anticipated. Oftentimes the girl would find herself outside the Ark, overlooking the daunting blackness of the sea at night. The sound lulled the ache inside her and seemed to wash away the blood that dripped inside her mind. It had been almost a year since her return and she had made herself scarce. She doubted anyone in her pack had seen her for atleast the last 7 months. She had been careful to avoid them. The tigress needing space to readjust her territorial tendencies. Regan highly doubted Tetradore would appreciate her snarling and attacking his staff and other pack members. Which is exactly what she would have done; had she not removed herself from the equation.

Now that she was back though, she senses dissent in the ranks. Something had been amiss in her absence and in total honestly she had no idea what had occurred. The Enforcer part of her was enraged that she was so out of the loop. That no one had bothered trying to get in contact with her. However, the logical, more sane part of her mind understood that they wouldn't have been able to find her anyway. Now she had to find out what had happened and see if there was something, anything she could do about it. But first, she needed to bathe in order to look something close to human again.

Long minutes later Regan was washed and dressed. Looking upon herself in the mirror with a critical gaze. Hair long and in need of a cut. Eyes troubled and tired, yet slightly more hopeful than before. Skin clean but pink from scrubbing. Clothes, leather pants and a black tank. Of course. Leather boots to complete the ensemble. What a difference a day makes. With this done, Regan exists her hardly used quarters and wanders off in search of someone who can fill her in.

It takes her awhile before she runs into Jackal and manages to pry the truth from him. Communicating as a mute is frustrating enough, let alone when you're out of practice and people are afraid of you. Apparently Tetradore had died. How the hell that was allowed to happen she had no clue...but heads would roll for it. Snarling silently to herself to stalked off in search of her apparently 'recently risen from the dead' alpha to demand some answers. She finds him lounging in his office and doesn't bother to knock or announce herself. Her lips curling back in an animalistic snarl that causes his aids to flee the room. Turning to face the emerald eyed man she gives him a look somewhere between curious and downright furious. "What the hell happened here while I was away?" She frowns, pacing the length of his office in an effort to calm herself. "You DIED?" She practically snarls the last word at him in his mind. Regan has never been this worked up before and spinning on her heel stalks over and moves behind his desk where she reaches out and gently brushes her fingertips along his cheek. Allowing herself a moment to absorb his presence and reassuring herself that he is truly before her and alive. A long moment passes where she simply stares into his emerald eyes and allows herself to feel the power of his gaze and the press of his presence.

Calmer now, she shifts back and seats herself on the corner of his desk. Her amethyst gaze locking on his. Normally, this is a very threatening gesture but coming from Regan in this moment it is anything but. "Who do I need to kill?" It is as simple as that. Someone needs to die and as far as Regan is concerned she is just the girl for the job. She has all the skills and experience necessary for such a job. Whoever is responsible should know they are living on borrowed time. For there is no where in the world they can run where she wont find them. Such is the life she was born, trained and beaten for. All Tetradore needs to give her is a name and the life attached to it will end. For a fleeting moment she wondered if he even knew what a lethal predator he had in his pack. In her. Time to find out.



"Thinks like this"