The Were-King had known from the beginning this day would come. Alphas like Nolan did not simply give up on women like Mira, not if he had wanted her as badly as the woman had suggested he had. Her family would always be used as leverage against her - the very notion that they could somehow 'quietly' fix the mess that her father had gotten them into was one Tetradore found entirely foolish. Though Tetradore made little effort to hide his presence within the city, the sports car had generated far more attention than even he had anticipated. At the very least, it would certainly serve to save him some time. His gaze turned from the rearview mirror to the woman beside him, only to inquire if she was ready to face the metaphorical music of her past. He hardly anticipated that query to be turned back upon him. The Alpha hadn't considered, prior to this moment, any notion of impressing her family. A small frown tugged at the corner of his lips as his gaze turned back towards the cozy little home - the teasing mention of her bedroom altogether ignored by the man. If her family was smart, they would dissuade her from pursuing anything further with him. Then again...if they were smart, it was unlikely they would have gotten into this situation in the first place. An audible breath left his nose as Mira leaned forward to press her lips against the side of his cheek, her voice a playful whisper as Tetradore reached for the handle of the gull wing door.

He nimbly stepped out of the car, the striking emerald of his gaze briefly scanning the crowd that had created a vague semi circle several feet away from where they had parked. There was an almost unmistakeable aura that radiated off of the Were-King - a metaphysical confidence that broadcasted his very position within the ranks of his species. It was the soft thud of Mira's door closing on the opposite end of the car that caused him to reach for the key fob in his pocket, the Venero beeping as the doors audibly clicked to lock. Tetradore's steely gaze turned towards the small house as the screen door slammed, the figure of a man stepped out onto the porch, the two men exchanging a silent glance. That moment, however, was interrupted by another, smaller figure that ran out of the house, her soprano voice filling the quietness of the street as Mira's name was all but shouted. Tetradore's attention shifted towards his girlfriend, simply watching with mock indifference as she was embraced by her sibling in a way that his would surely never greet him. The glee of that reunion was all but palpable. It was visible in those tight hugs and beaming grins, in those uttered words of affection as the two sisters regarded one another...at least until their attention turned towards him.

His eyebrow raised at the very notion that he was some sort of 'mystery man'. That apologetic look he was offered was hardly ignored, even as he allowed Mira to make her own introductions. His surname, however, was one Mira's sister seemed unwilling to accept, at least until she caught herself. The girl stumbled over her words briefly before introducing herself and, by extension, her 'weird behaving' father. Tetradore's gaze shifted from Clara to her father, only to turn back towards Mira herself at the woman's utterance. "Good." He answered briefly at her insistence that the whole town surely knew of their arrival, a glimpse cast over his shoulder at the still lingering group of people now visibly eying the vehicle behind them. The slam of the screen door announced the arrival of yet another member of Mira's family. Tetradore remained where he was, impassively watching yet another intimate reunion, another lingering hug filled with emotions not dared to be uttered. They broke apart after an abrupt moment, her mother moving to stand in front of him only to comment on the peculiarity of his presence at all. "Oh?" He commented rhetorically, after all, it hardly surprised him in the slightest if her twenties were filled with men like Nolan and his pack.

Mira seemed keen on changing the conversation, the woman clearing her throat enough to prompt her mother to instead welcome them inside and away from the neighborhood that looked on. The small group began to make their way towards the home, Tetradore's pace entirely leisurely as he trailed behind Mira and her family. Clara, however, hardly seemed entirely keen on focusing only on her sister. Those questions were almost rapid fire, the Were-King only briefly nodding to her first query. It was that question of if the Nightshade pack was like here, however, that caused Tetradore to glance backward at the peering neighbors and ruffians behind them. "...it's not...exactly like here, no." For one, Tetradore didn't resort to threats and blackmail for his pack members. Nor was the sentiment that no one messed with Nolan's pack bound to hold true for much longer. Maybe it was time for the Nightshade territory to expand. An outpost...of sorts. Those thoughts, however, were interrupted by yet another query from the youngest Ramos. This question was one that held many plausible answers, Tetradore pausing only a brief moment before offering, "I run an international shipping business....and a bar Mira manages." It wasn't...exactly a lie, a half truth, more than anything. Somehow, he suspected an 'illegal fighting ring' was perhaps not the best profession to announce to her parents...and yet...why was he even trying to ensure their approval when he was still so certain they'd all be better off taking her from him in the first place?

My heart is just to dark too care. I can't destroy what isn't there

so if you love me let me go

Deliver me into my fate & leave me with my sins
If you still care, don't ever let me know