We were chasing the thunder inside the storm;

The odds as it seemed were not in the duos favour, no matter what way she spun it. She wasn't quite sure if she could use her powers predictably enough, or fast enough without getting shot or cause a distraction long enough to grab his hand. So they could set off the bombs. She was quite sure that if she unleashed that lava she was most likely to kill them all, including herself. She needed to get a better hold of that very gift even if only for situations like this one, or to keep herself from losing control. These powers seemed bigger than her, too powerful for one person to control. If she had her hands on a weapon, now then she could talk, a weapon the woman could wield. Mira was quite certain she could outgun the hunter if only she possessed firepower of her own.

Mira reached out through the pack bond, unsure if she was even doing it right. That frown on Tetradore's face seemed to say he heard something. If he could get out of dodge, take what he needed and come back when they least expected. Maybe then they stood a chance. Mira was completely unaware of the powers the flowed through the alpha.

Defeat was simply not an answer, not tonight, to get them to believe they had won might be exactly what those egocentric pigs needed. They could gloat all the way to the butcher's block. Her eyes seemed to glean with that inferno glow as the room began to shift before her rash plan could be executed. The light flickered and dimmed. The energy in that room seemed to suddenly shift in ways that were difficult to make sense of. But Tetradore had a plan of his own making. His face took on one of sheer apathy and so unlike his usual one. As though he were tapping into something deep and dark within himself.

Fear, undiluted and merciless suddenly pelted the room, crushing down on everyone in there, save for her and the wielder of that fear. It was amusing to watch grown men wither beneath the weight of fear, a potent emotion suffocating them into useless withering mounds of human flesh. Their faces riddled with fear as though they faced death itself. Perhaps such power should have been frightening but she seemed in awe by it. Ethan was not handling it well at all as he clawed at his face as if trying to rid himself of the skin that dwelled there. The hunter seemed the wiser in comparison to the rest of them as he struggled for enough control to better aim those guns that had fallen slightly with shaky hands. His face distorted with rage, he looked like a snarling, rabid animal as though it pained him to attempt any semblance of control. It was a valiant effort as the others were reduced to ineffectiveness, some were rolling on the ground, wolf claws digging into the ground. Those whimpers and cries that left their lips created a symphony she would not soon forget. That was when her companion reacted to that moment they had suddenly gained an upper hand. The sound of the bullet dislodging from the hunter's gun in a deafening statement. But they were faster, but not by much, the moment they made contact they were swallowed by shadows. She welcomed it, that velvet feel of emptiness and then the solidness of him and being pulled every which way. At least this time she knew what to expect.

It didn't take long for their forms to be launched and lurched through the freefall of teleportation to wind up on Tetradore's yacht. Safety. She had been clinging to him like her life depended on it as though worried she would get lost in that void vortex if should her grip slip. A sense of relief washed over her despite her head spinning, the quietness of being on that boat was almost shocking. The moment she could sift through her thoughts she hoped that bullet didn't travel with them. She asked him if he was ok.

Fine, they both were fine, she could breathe again. They had somehow both made it out unscathed, which was more than she could say about the people aboard that ship. Such vile people that wouldn't be missed. There wasn't much time before he had the boat up and running, putting as much distance between the mess they made and freedom. Spanish fell from her lips as she bid them farewell, knowing it would be the last time she would have to see their faces. She drew in a breath and she grinned despite herself. Despite the danger that could have very well ended them, it was fun.

The boat lurched forward with no gentle ease and she used a hand to steady herself. She could hardly help the laughter that left her lips with the ship blew in an explosive brilliant display, excitement settling upon her in a peculiar way that made her feel almost giddy. The very boom from that explosion she felt within her chest, the very boat shuttered with it. Her chest felt like thunder rattled within it.

Mira asked what he did back on that ship that made them so defenseless, she knew she smelled their fear like a potent perfume. She heard him explain that he could control and manipulate fear, she thought about it for a moment. "Well that should come in handy, I think you made Ethan piss himself." She smirked at the thought, the lilt of laughter dancing upon her tongue. She must have been twisted to think tonight was fun. Could it have gone better? Maybe? She would make damn sure she brought a gun the next time they decided to go on an adventure. She was certain she could out gun that hunter if she had a gun in her hand. "Next time. I fully intend to bring a gun." She admitted, easily implying she would be more than content to join him on missions like this again.

She seemed almost mesmerized by that fiery wreckage that grew smaller and smaller as they flew across the water. Her hair whipped wildly about in that breeze as she watched it fade from view. That fiery heat seemed to whisper to her in the dark. As though she could reach out and touch it, could draw it to her. If that obliterated boat and people were not a statement, then she wasn't sure what was. She was confident her old alpha would get word of what happened and knowing he would be displeased and wrought with rage made her smile. She knew one day she would have to face that monster, one day, but that day wasn't today. Today they both had won that night, Tetradore eliminated enemy and a very loud message to those that dared to wrong him in the future.

Mira was sure they were heading back to the Ark and maybe celebrate their victory upon that ship. But then to her surprise the boat slowed to a stop, she turned from her mesmerizing glow they had left behind to face him. He was already moving toward her and a curious expression crossed her features. She could hear the sloshing of water against the hull, felt that gentle rock. The moons glow seemed to shimmer silver in that inky black ocean. She felt lighter than she had ever felt in a long, long time. She still felt excitement, running off that high of blowing up that ship felt like it was just the thing she needed. His words however did cause her mind to drift to things they could do to fill that time. The night? She truly hoped he had some fun in mind because she didn't feel sleepy in the slightest. She felt alive, perhaps even wired.

"We can celebrate until sunrise." She baited as an impish gleam flared within her golden eyes, she peered into those vibrant emerald eyes, they just caught the gleam of the moons glow. How unreadable they are and yet, how she could lose herself to them if she looked too long.

Her mind drifts to how they could spend that time, on that high and the tension of that unspoken kiss they shared. She needed to not think of that.. right? Was it wrong when it felt so right? Was it just one sided?

That explosion was beautiful and perhaps even ceremonious in a way. Her past biting at her heels like rabid hound snapping its teeth had been obliterated. She wouldn't miss them. Wouldn't feel an ounce of regret for their demise. Did that make her a monster like them? The fact that she didn't shy from death.

In this moment she toyed with the idea of what if. He seemed to look out once more almost casually before closing the distance between them. He seemed very feline right then. His movement was easily smooth and so sure of himself. There was a certain prowling way he moved that made the lava beneath her skin churn.

He rose his hand to her face with a gentle caress, that nearly made her shudder, it left a trail of heat as though the lava drew to the surface of where she touched. She searches his face for a moment as if trying to read though the veil of mystery behind that handsome exterior. But with the closeness of their forms she knew were his mind was and she would be lying if hers didn't linger there too. She placed a hand on his chest, after his lips met her own. It felt right and she wanted more, more than just a taste. She could feel the way her body reacted and the way it craved to press against him. He stole more than one kiss in those few moments. Each kiss building a hunger, as she accepted and met those kisses with parted plush lips.

She let her tongue slide slightly across his lips in a way that seemed to test those waters. He pulls away and her golden eyes flutter open, not exactly wanting to stop either. Her golden eyes seem to glow with that molten lava flowing within her. She hardly wanted him to stop, her eyes darken with a curious desire.

Spanish flows easily from her lips and she smirks in reply. "You had my back, that's all the thanks I need." She admitted, knowing that meant more to her than he would ever know. She did not pulling away from their proximity, quite content to be there. "Not that I mind your way of thanks." Her lavish lips pull into a sultry grin, her eyes glowing softly.

"But I am afraid if you keeping teasing me with kisses I might get mixed signals." She brought her lips to his ear, her words a teasing whisper.

I'd rather be dangerous;

MIRA RAMOS