We were chasing the thunder inside the storm;

As useful as that teleportation was it jarred and jeered your insides in the oddest of ways. One would think transforming from human to beast would have given her a one up, it didn't. Tetradore sure as hell didn't need to apologize in her books. "Hey, I needed that though. You have to admit it's pretty convenient." She needed that proverbial and literal cold shower to combat the all-consuming lava. She quite possibly might not be here today if it weren't for that impromptu thinking. She peered up at him, regaining her composure from that disorienting teleportation.

They moved down and deeper into the belly of the massive boat, no one had detected them yet and that was lucky for those guards. She could smell there were others, their scents fresh within the air and wooden surfaces, she caught a gentle scent of something. It was distinctly familiar as though she had known who it belonged to. But why would Mira know someone on this boat? It was an easy feeling to shake, for now, pushing back amongst the task at hand and that distracting kiss. It was supposed to draw their mind to the task at hand and yet all it did was made her think. Thinking was a dangerous game when your head had to be in the moment. She shook off that feeling, knowing she better have her wits about her and take in as much as she could of the layout of the ship. So many ideal places to put the explosives, if it should have to come to that.

Tetradore spoke those words claiming that it was fine. Fine. Was getting a little cut. This was not fine. This was the epitome of not fine. For but a moment, everything felt like it was tumbling down around her, raining shards of sharp glass.

She was believed to be dead and her cover was going to be blown to hell. Yet still, she appears the epitome of calm, even if the unrest is like an earthquake beneath her skin. Even when she mutters that phrase that let Tetradore that shit wasn't exactly right. There was no time for details. That man kept staring, with knowing yellow wolf-like eyes. There were others, others she recognized but none with the severe gall to simple stare her down like that. As if in silent challenge. Her lava threatens to be her undoing, it roils with the same instant turmoil. Threats, sweet threats that whisper just beneath her skin. She breaths, each breath an attempt to keep her calm. But those challenging eyes strike a chord with that dominant side, spoke to that feral nature that resonated within her soul, her wolf. If she were not in control of her beast it would have burst through her skin right then and there.

She felt his power, Tetradore's. It was unyielding and with the power of a tsunami growing and stifling in its presence. With that arrogant smile blooming upon the sandy locked man's cursed mouth, Mira felt hatred coil her heart. The golden-eyed woman felt that need to shift to destroy the ties remaining of another life that should have been dead. She wanted nothing more to turn into that form that could protect her, but that was when she felt that protective hand wrap around her. Possession. As well as a tether for her. It was such a demanding, dominant gesture that very clearly showed them that she was his. In any other situation, she would have bristled would have shown them the untamable force that was Mira and yet... underneath it all. She found it undeniably sexy. He was usually so calm, composed and yet the very presence of that other man seemed to unsettle that. She could feel that dominance bristle within the room, made the damn place vibrate with intensity. If he were not in his human form she believed he could have snarled.

Maybe if she waited to see it unfold, she might actually see the two rip each other to shreds. There was no contest, she knew Tetradore would be the victor and yet... It would destroy everything. To think that this matter could have been handled peacefully was a long-rusted pipedream.

It was easy to almost forget this Ethan character. A pitiful little insignificant spec amongst these beasts that could flay him alive in seconds flat. It only showed just how weak he was, how terrified he was to have so many hired men to come to his aid. He was a greedy coward, it didn't take much to manipulate ones like this. He was just the type that her previous alpha could play like a fiddle. Perhaps he did. He must have. After all, fear was an easy way to control the fearful. She kept her cool, for the sake of this mission.

This was going to end badly she could feel it. She needed to prepare, she needed to do something before it became a full-on massacre. They were outnumbered and outgunned. She wasn't just going to watch it all go to hell, it would be too late then. Best prepare, just to be safe. When there was an opening in the conversation she spoke. "Excuse me, for a moment gentleman. I need to powder my nose while you talk business." She flashed a flirtatious, carefree smile that made her want to gag. Oh god, she could hardly believe the words before they came out, the irony of that source of strife and her statement not lost on her. She ensnared that hand that was gripping tightly upon her waist, giving it a tight squeeze before releasing it. She could only hope that were wouldn't dare follow her as she turned on her heels. She strode out of the room, her whole body strained, hardly wanting to give those men her back, not even for a second. Where was the hunter? She thought.

She peered behind her to make sure she wasn't followed. Quick, she had to move quickly. She doubted she had much time. She went into the room that seemed to be the bathroom first, just in case anyone was watching. She unzipped the bag placing that explosive just underneath the sink. Anywhere that wasn't painfully obvious.

Opening the door with care, she peered out, making sure the coast was clear. She quickly placed another explosive under the stairs, which just so happened to be where the engine was. She placed a few more, covertly, in places that were just out of sight and yet... She heard the light steady footfalls before he appeared before her. She froze, her heart froze. Was that enough? Did she even do it right? Did she place enough of them? Fuck. She quickly shoved that duffel bag behind the stairs, knowing that whatever remaining explosives would be set off once the one detonated. It made logical sense.

"Silly me.. I think I may have gotten lost." She let that lie slide off her tongue, offering the man a disarming, sickly sweet smile as she turned, meeting that antagonizing grin of her past pack member. "He won't be pleased to find out you tricked him, Mira.." His voice a steady wolf-like growl.

"Bite me." She growled, unable to contain herself. Making sure she didn't keep her back to him. So much for harmless eye candy.

"Maybe I will.." He looked at her as though she hadn't kicked his ass before. As though she hadn't earned her right in those top ranks, not that it mattered, not that any of it mattered. She didn't get there by playing helpless puppy. Her very eyes seemed to glow in response, that lava fighting its way to the surface, burning and volatile. One day she would harness that power and not this bastard or Negan could harness her.

It might have been cheap, but she didn't care, she kicked him right in the nuts with a hefty preternatural strength. He whined dropping hard and fast. He went down faster than she anticipated, amusement glittering within her golden eyes. "I hope you chase a squirrel in the highway." She mused, kicking him another time with a little more heft, hoping his manhood got shoved so far up it could not descend. She stepped right where his parts should be and the man cried out, a pitiful whining sound. The she-wolf delighted in his weakness, as he was belly up and now submissive before her. She could have sworn she heard a popping sound but paid no mind to it. He moaned in pain, cursing under his breath. Shit, she hoped sound didn't carry. She should have killed him, but she needed to return to Tetradore so they could get the hell out of here. If she drew attention to this scene, she was fearful that they might not get that seamless chance to escape. Plus, he would burn in the wreckage. He was as good as dead anyway.

He would be nothing but a rat, running off to Negan.

She returned to that room, but the tension in that room was terse, to say the least. That was when she heard the werewolf male, yelling, no, cursing her name down the hall. It was a garbled blend of words, but it didn't take a genius to figure out what he was saying. He had to use the wall for support as he stumbled toward them, he could hardly walk. That mischievous grin that once spread across her lavish lips and that wickedness sparked with her golden depths was gone in a flash. She didn't utter a single word as she saw that hunter with a machine gun pointed at Tetradore's head and at least three snarling wolves prowling ever closer. His eyes were an apathetic pool of nothing. She took it negotiations did not go well.

She began to tiptoe a crawling pace toward Tetradore, knowing all too well that all she needed was just a small caress of his hand and they would be home free.

I'd rather be dangerous;

MIRA RAMOS