It was the pale neon green shapes upon the wall that drew the Were-King's attention from the tender trail of kisses he teased his girlfriend's flesh with. A small frown tugged at the corners of his lips as his emerald eyes followed the trail of press-on stars upward and towards the ceiling above. While Mira's room had hardly seemed the sort of place he could imagine her teenage self - those stars placed in painstaking patterns were precisely the sort of thing that screamed of her doing. His muttered observation of such a thing prompted a soft laugh from the girl leaning into him, her golden irises turned upwards to eye the same ceiling as his as she admitted her own surprise that they were even still there. The sticky tack had held on for far longer than even she had expected. Tetradore's attention was pulled from the constellations that dotted the ceiling but an unexpectedly vulnerable admittance upon Mira's lips. It was always strange to return to a place that had otherwise moved on, the world seemingly similar and yet strangely foreign in a juxtaposition that could be...difficult to cope with. Where so much had stayed the same in Mira's absence - the relationship between herself and her father was more...strained than even she had anticipated.

The very mention of the man that had raised Mira brought a soft sigh from Tetradore's lips, the Were-King leaning backward as he reached up to run his hand through his curly, brunette locks. Her father was a difficult topic for the both of them. He struggled to comprehend the type of man that might put his obsession for gambling above his family - putting them at risk for money that could be lost as quickly as it could be won with the roll of dice or the placing of a card. It was his own low views of the man that caused him to lean back against the desk behind him, his arms folding across his chest as he strove to keep his thoughts entirely to himself. He watched as Mira shifted towards her childhood bed - the mattress squeaking softly under her weight. While he had expected the conversation to continue on the topic of her father, Mira seemed instead to reminisce upon the life she had here. There were far too many moments that had had no knowledge of, the brutal ongoings of her former pack were locked away in memories he had never asked after...and had distinctly little intention to do so now. After all, forcing her to recall her painful past would hardly help in the present and Tetradore was far too accustomed to the torment that accompanied grief and regret - enough so that he had little desire to force Mira to experience those things for his benefit.

His girlfriend, however, hardly seemed terribly perturbed with this potential walk down memory lane, the girl leaving the metaphorical door open for any queries he might have in the future. A warm simper slowly spread across her lips, however, as she reflected upon her current life - so very far from the pack that had once turned her. A soft grunt left Tetradore's lips, his response little more than a grumble as he considered the task ahead of him, "Let's keep it that way." It was with his thoughts far more focused upon their immediate future, however, that Tetradore inquired after Nolan's state of affairs, the pack, and its whereabouts. While Risque had always preferred a more brutal, frontal attack, it certainly didn't hurt to glean some information of his foe. After all, Tetradore did not have her army of cats behind him this time. He remained silent as he listened to Mira's admittance of the entire town at Nolan's disposal, her sister providing some glimmer of information on how things had changed since her departure. The pack's apparent growth would be...troublesome, especially with their life's constrained to the same sort of familiar 'compound' that Tetradore's own family had once set up. Nolan would undoubtedly be at the center of it - of that he was certain even without Mira's insistence that he liked to observe his pack's affairs...as any real Alpha would.

A soft sigh left Tetradore's lips as the Were-King considered the options before him. Though he was certain his very presence would be the catalyst for an inescapable war, for Mira's sake alone, the Alpha was willing to at least consider a far more unlikely, optimistic outcome - one that included simply paying off her father's debts. His inquiry of exactly how exorbitant those debts were, however, caused the corners of her lips to dip downward in a frown, her fingers picking at the fraying edges of an apparent 'fashionable' rip in her jeans. His brows furrowed as Tetradore listened to her speak of 'last time', that debt her father had accumulated was far more than he had anticipated - especially if it had been between choosing to sell the house his family lived in or his daughter. It was clear which choice had been made, only further souring the Were-King's views of the man that had raised his girlfriend. A soft grunt left his lips at Mira's insistence that her father could no longer hide from her...nor the situation he had put their family in. Tetradore, frankly, believed the man intended to do just that - hide until someone else dealt with the problems he'd created. How...despicable.

Mira's gaze slowly turned up towards him, her voice held a delicate softness to it as if she was struggling to contain her emotions as she admitted how scared she had been...and clearly still was. It had seemingly only just dawned upon the woman how precarious of a position she had put him into - an opposing Alpha stepping foot on enemy territory, intervening in the affairs of another pack, one who had taken the prized treasure of the current leader. Tetradore, however, had known this, just as he had known that to let her come alone would result in her inability to return to him. This had been a price the Were-King was willing to pay to keep what he desired. His arms dropped from his chest, only to reach out towards her. Tenderly, he took her hand, pulling the young woman against his chest and into his arms. His lips pressed in a fleeting kiss against her forehead. "Soon, it will be nothing more than a bad dream." Tetradore promised, his voice a quiet rumble as he looked down at her. His fingers brushed against her cheek as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "I'll take care of it, okay, Mira?" The Alpha waited for some confirmation from her before Tetradore released her from his grasp, only to open the bedroom door and gesture towards the hallway beyond, letting her lead the way. "Let's go see him."

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