The bright red vehicle all but shuddered beneath his hands, that speed suddenly dropping despite the weight of his foot upon the accelerator, encouraging it forward. That anxiety near immediately invaded his soul as Tetradore's emerald gaze darted downwards towards the dashboard, searching for any illumination amongst the black control panel. The vehicle, it seemed, hardly seemed to register anything amiss. His foot rose from the accelerator, only to press on it again as if the vehicle merely needed reminding of all he had asked of it. "Fuck." The word was all but muttered on his lips as the vehicle continued its gradual descent in speed, all but rolling at the very end to stop in front of the sinister motorcycle beneath that vampire that Tetradore found himself so greatly abhorring. He was hardly oblivious of the intensity behind his companion's dark chocolate eyes glaring in irritation. The very weight of that stare prompted an explanation from the Alpha, even if it was little more than a hypothesis at this point. Still, Tobias seemed quick to understand, his lips pulling back to reveal his teeth in an animalistic imitation of a snarl. Tetradore watched as Darcy swung his leg over the bike, using the kickstand to lean the machine in a wholly lackadaisical fashion.

Tetradore's hand reached for the controls within the driver's door, pressing the lock button as Darcy moved ever closer, leaning against the front of the now silent sports car. The Alpha was hardly oblivious of the passenger side window smoothly rolling up, the vehicle clearly holding some energy still to access the power windows. It was, he was sure hardly going to matter in the end, however, that car their only true means of escape. Tetradore watched as Darcy pulled out his phone, the man entirely aware of just whom was on the other end of that phone call. It was that very conversation that prompted Tetradore's sudden utterance of Tobias' name. His command to take his own affinity for armor was the very least he could provide the boy in terms of protection - after all, Tetradore was certain that whatever was to come would likely be pleasant. Any further words between the two men were cut off short as Darcy finished his conversation, only to stroll casually up towards Tetradore's window. The Were-King was careful to avoid the undead man's gaze, those peculiar colored eyes held within their depths a power that he was unwilling to engage in. The vampire's threat to his childhood friend ruffled the Were, if only for the knowledge that such menace was hardly empty in the slightest.

Though Tetradore made every effort to appear wholly unperturbed by the vampire's foreshadowing, his emerald gaze briefly glanced towards his childhood companion, seeking some level of assurance that Tobias had done what he had asked. That faint nod was all that he required to present Darcy with that glimpse of indifference, even as he commanded Tobias to cease his efforts to provoke those chaotic tendencies within the vampire himself. It was better, he was sure, for Tobias to save his strength on a gift far more capable of harming the undead creature. The laughter upon Darcy's lips caused his lips to press together ever so slightly though he remained silent at the very notion of plucking those ribs from the depths of his closest friend's chest. That, he was sure, was something the Were-King was unwilling to allow happen, his own emerald gaze briefly fluttered towards his friend and yet, even he could not deny the simple truth behind Darcy's words as they reverberated within his mind. He shouldn't have pulled Tobias into this. His love for the boy had blinded him to the repercussions of that possibility of getting caught, even if he had initially intended to return far before things had gotten this far. Tetradore watched as Darcy leaned away from the window, only to lean back against the car, his gaze clearly turned behind them.

Tetradore glanced upwards in his rearview mirror, his emerald eyes meeting nothing but darkness. His gaze fluttered back towards Darcy, entirely aware of the fashion in which the vampire seemed wholly lost in thought. Nevertheless, the Were made an effort, all the same, to inform the vampire that his presence in the desert he so clearly hated was hardly a necessity. He was aware of the vampire's gaze upon him, that contempt was audible within Darcy's tone. It was, however, that mention of the cavalry that caused that frown to deepen upon his features, his gaze deviating from the rearview mirror only as the window beside him began to move on its own. Damn that vampire. For a brief moment, Tetradore considered fleeing into the desert - truthfully, if it was just Risque's weres, it likely wouldn't have been an impossibility but with Darcy...even that avenue was cut off from them. Tentatively, Tetradore reached out for his own teleport affinity, simply feeling it and the darkness he required. Although the current hour certainly helped, moving both them and the car was, regrettably, far more than he was presently capable with his physique still healing from that blood loss that had afflicted him just the day prior. Was he willing to abandon the vehicle to Darcy? Much less possibly even Tobias? His head shook ever so slightly as he glanced back towards the felines, watching as Darcy moved around the vehicle to Tobias side.

The Were-King's eyebrows furrowed as he watched the vampire, entirely incapable of helping that sensation of dread that settled in his stomach, birthing fireflies in his chest. His emerald eyes darted towards the passenger door as it audibly unlocked, only for its gull swings to swing upwards at Darcy's command. The vampire's sharp command to come however, prompted but a glance towards Tobias direction, neither man, it seemed, all too willing to obey. He could hear the impatience in Darcy's voice as the vampire uttered those words again, only for the fellow to move with the clear intention of pulling Tobias from the bucket seat. That slight twitch of the man's body was all Tetradore needed to know Tobias intentions, the Were-King hardly making an effort to stop him as the boy all but exploded into a ball of howling, hissing fur. Tetradore did his best to climb over the center console into his companion's seat, his own door refusing to open. Unfortunately, the Alpha hardly got far before those felines were at his feet, hissing and spitting at him. His emerald gaze tried to make some sense of that flurry of claws and flailing limbs, the vampire and were-leopard utterly violent in their assault as the thick scent of blood filled the air. At the very least, Tetradore was happy that Tobias had stolen that very skill from him, at least near guaranteeing some fighting chance for his childhood friend.

The last thing he had anticipated, however, was for Tobias to be thrown air born, the vampire's reflexes far faster than the fallen cat. Darcy was up quite before Tobias had regained some sense of wherewithal, the leopard all but slammed into the ground. The leopard's claws all but dug into the ground as his spotted form was launched back towards Darcy, clearly intending to continue his assault and yet - it was a short-lived effort before the vampire scruffed him, violently tossing the feline back onto the ground to pin Tobias beneath him in a fashion that Tetradore knew well. He knew quite what was about to come even before Darcy's hand reached for Tobias' neck, prompting the Were-King to move several feet away from the car in spite of the cats that bit and lunged at his feet. The vampire's mismatched eyes glanced upwards and towards him in clear victory and yet, it was that very mention of a game that only furthered his own desperation to get to his companion, even if it was a fruitless endeavor. He watched in apprehension as Tobias's head was twisted forcefully to meet those blue and green eyes, the feline's body all but rigid beneath that affinity Tetradore so abhorred. He watched that shudder that ran through his best friend's frame, his own fist clenching at the very sight of it. He had promised, after all, that he would do his best to ensure that no further harm from Risque came to the spotted cat. It was his duty.

Tetradore hardly had enough time to react, however, as Darcy expertly man-handled the still feline. His lips parted, the moonlight glistening off of those double fangs before Darcy bit into Tobias' shoulder. Tetradore knew exactly what that felt like, the pain that surely tore through his companion. Darcy had no venom to dilute the agony of that bite, those jagged teeth so ripping through skin and muscle. His emerald eyes narrowed at the mere sight of Darcy so eagerly indulging on the blood that now flowed freely from the large wound upon his Tobias' shoulder. The jolt of his friend's frame quite near broke his heart and so it was with that raw anger and set jaw that Tetradore observed the vampire that licked his lips with such satisfaction. The sound of Darcy's voice hardly prompted him to action, however, as he considered the options before him. He certainly could get into Darcy's vehicle and yet, it offered no real guarantee that the vampire would leave Tobias untouched, if only for the mere fun of it. He knew well how much Darcy all but abhorred him, just as Tetradore despised the man in turn. No, the only way he could guarantee that Darcy might leave Tobias alone was to all but demand the entirety of the vampire's attention upon himself - to be such pain in his ass that no one but Darcy could properly handle him. His fist unclenched and though Tetradore was not yet certain his body was even capable of doing all he would shortly demand it to, he had every intention to try.

That shift was all nearly violent as it tore through him, the cloth of his shirt and jeans near ripping as man turned to beast and yet, with Darcy, speed was of necessity. Those ebony paws had hardly touched the ground before Tetradore was so calling upon his gifts, the fear was the first in his arsenal, twisting and contorting his appearance if only to bring the cats that surrounded him to their knees. Those whimpers were but sweet music in his ears and yet, he hardly intended to provide Darcy the time to react. He didn't want any further pain to come to his childhood friend in retaliation. With the near abundance of those shadows, speed was easy, even if that teleportation felt exhausting in the short distance he demanded of it. In mere seconds the form of the ebony feline was all but gone from where he had moments ago stood, the cat instead rematerialized but mere inches behind Darcy - with that acidic venom dripping from his lips. His claws dug into the vampire's clothing as he all but scaled the kneeling man in one swift motion. His mouth parted, those sharped canines bit with such brutal force into Darcy's neck. His jaws clenched around that flesh, letting his corrosive saliva work its magic. This, he was sure, would certainly reward him with the vampire's attention - if Darcy had thought Tobias was a struggle, he had yet to truly comprehend the man that Tetradore had turned into since Risque's absence within his life.