We were chasing the thunder inside the storm;

That pack may have done very little for her, beside taping into her feral nature. It had hardened her in ways that had made her truly emerge from that wreckage as a survivor. How she had fought tooth and claw, tapping into that ruthless side of her wolf, the part that could keep her alive. Of course, being on top put her on a radar, that sadistic alpha's radar. She may not have needed to fight amongst the lower ranks every night like starving dogs, but she had requirements of her, had to forge certain skillsets to make her valuable. Some of that was acquiring money by any means necessary. At times she would have to be the one collecting what was owed and instilling fear when needed. She was feared, respected and perhaps just as dangerous as her alpha in some regards. Only some, there were still some places she wouldn't travel.

However, not that it mattered her once alpha was always a step ahead of everyone else. He was the only one with powers, and perhaps one of those powers somehow prevented others from developing them. Hell if she knew, now that she was away from that dreadful she didn't care. One thing for certain, his cruel methodology and savagery would only push her to those very limits she couldn't face. She was not proud of the things she had to do, or the person she had to become, but she became them all the same. She became stronger than she would ever have on her own. She was wild, you could see it still in those blazing golden eyes and when provoked she could unleash hellfire. But in this moment, surrounded by creatures with powers, she felt weak. She could hardly control hers on the best of days, it was just as wild as that spirit within her.

She would do whatever it took to survive, even if that meant becoming the monster to do that. Given the correct conditions, many could become that monster that they so feared.

A little smirk bloomed upon her lips, a look that accepted that challenge, embraced it. She noted that impishness that found his face and it almost made him appear, unburdened and even youthful. Tetradore always seemed to look like he carried the weight of the world and possessed scars that marred his soul as though he had suffered wars no one could comprehend. Her golden eyes met his glance with her own mischief, she enjoyed the challenge, often welcomed it. If it was a lesson he wanted to teach them it was a lesson they would give. "I doubt they are going to pull this again after tonight.." If there was anything left to dare pull that shit again, that ominous undertone danced with suggestion. She was naive to believe they were going to just fork over the cash with sweet as candy pleasantries.

Mira felt that sheer excitement charge through her veins, flooding like an electric current within them. Without knowing the entire situation, which was just fine by her, she wondered how far it would go. How far he would go to obtain what he came for. She would need to follow his lead in this for fear that she might take it too far? How far was too far? Well, that depended on who you asked.

As his skilled hands quickly untether from the Ark, it was like a part of themselves could be left behind. Any burdens and any worries could be left behind and focused on the task at hand. There wasn't a doubt that this ignited her very soul and pleased that predatory instincts within her.

Was it wrong she kind of wished they had no interest in paying him? Was it wrong she had an itch for this kind of stuff? Sometimes people didn't have a choice at what they were good and this was one thing she was entirely adept at. Try me, she had teased, gently trying to fish for more info that she claimed to not mind knowing very little about. He might have underestimated what she could handle, it was evident in the way he carefully worded things. When it came down to it, it really didn't matter what was in those bags.

It was the nature of the animal kingdom. Survival of the fittest and that often bled into the laws of 'business' transactions. These people withholding cash were testing him, to see who was the bigger fish. "So pay up or blow up. Sounds simple enough. It will leave a statement to anyone considering not paying in the future, that is for certain." She could take the heat, that much she was sure. "Are they were?" Just how much convincing would they need?

She questioned what knots meant, she would rather know that look clueless pretending to. Knots were miles, it made perfect sense, in hindsight. But why not just call them miles? Maybe the laws of the sea were just different that. The ocean was a whole other animal. "Gotcha." She nodded. He must have pieced it together that she knew shit all about boats.

After moving the boat safely from the others, he gave a slight opening, an invitation to drive this majestic vessel. Before he could change his mind, she slipped right in front of him, that mischievous delight flitting across her features. She was almost distracted enough by the controls before her, so many controls it was impossible to guess the uses for all of them. It was impossible to be oblivious to that close proximity to him, but the controls helped keep her focus on something else. Even when her mind kept wanting to wander back to him. They hadn't breathed a word of that night, curled up contently with each other within the confines of that pillow fort. She didn't know exactly how it had started, but amongst the vulnerability, it simply happened and it didn't feel wrong either, there was something about him a pull. This damn allure she couldn't quite shake. Was that a feline thing? Was it that brooding stare? Hell if she knew. She knew it wasn't an alpha thing, regardless, her inner wolf seemed entirely pleased by him.

There was a moment where he got awfully quiet for a moment and part of her wanted to face him, to see what was going on at that particular moment. That was when he brought up the whole topic about if she had been on a boat before. Her reply seemed to lure out a chuckle. What was wrong with canoes? A canoe doesn't count? Didn't it float? It was still... technically a boat. But in comparison, it was shadowed by this one. Besides this was not really a boat, this was a yacht."It floats so that has to count for something, no?" Plus, it was entirely better for stealth situation. This sexy boat was all for show, a signal of power and money. Canoes were hardly as impressive she could agree to that. This was all about harnessing power, the feeling of controlling such a mammoth of a boat was exhilarating.

She turned her head slightly to view him as she spoke, his body shifting slightly as she did. How close they were in that moment, close enough she couldn't hide that devious gleam in her golden eyes. This close, she could see the intricacies of the emerald of his own while he uttered that slightly sarcastic remark. She knew it wasn't reassuring at all. "I do my best." Was all she said, matching that sarcasm with her own sardonic tease. "Just remember.. deep breaths, if it gets a little too intense." She returned her gaze back to not crashing them into the shore on her right.

With one hand on the polished steering wheel and one hand poised on what she thought was the accelerator, she was ready to figure this out. His hand reached for her, guiding and engulfed her own on that accelerator, that very touch made her nerve endings sing. She needed to steer the damn boat, not focus on how his touch affected her.

His words were soft as he told her to accelerate gently, showing her how. It sounded a hell of a lot like sexual innuendo. He guided her hand to bring it to a reasonable speed, enough to feel the breeze intensify and have them crashing through the waves like they could ride the waves themselves. But she didn't want reasonable right now, she wanted to feel the engine to try to keep up with her own wildness. "I feel like I'm trying to make love to a boat." She laughed.

"Just how fast can we make this baby go?" She pondered playfully. It wasn't really a question but more of a musing she uttered before she urged the boat faster with her hand as if daring him to deny her. The boat began to peak, the nose elevating before they truly began to fly. It was freeing, exhilarating. The feel of that breeze against her face felt inviting, despite the sea looked like an ominous monster threatening to swallow them whole. It felt like the quiet before the storm unleashed its wrath and she couldn't care less as she welcomed whatever was thrown at them.

I'd rather be dangerous;

MIRA RAMOS