Tetradore had little intention of turning over his girlfriend to some madman - regardless of the army he had acquired. The Were-King, after all, had experience in taking apart armies. He knew the art of warfare whether it was going for the head of the leader or the long drawn out battle of attrition. This was a fight Nolan would not win, even if none present were currently aware of the lengths that the panther was willing to go through. Tenderly, Tetradore released his hold upon her girlfriend. His embrace had seemingly given her a renewed strength to face the complexity of her family life head on - one that resounded within her feminine voice as she declared some desire to take on the challenge ahead of them. He allowed Mira to lead the way through her childhood home, traipsing through the memories of her youth as they moved down the hallway and towards the living room. The pair briefly crossed paths with her mother, the query of where 'he' was wasn't questioned or met with hesitance. Rather, her mother quickly directed them 'out back'. The answer was all Mira needed to jump into action - the woman striding with newfound purpose towards the sliding glass door and the porch beyond.

The Alpha trailed behind his girlfriend as she made her way down the stairs and towards a shed in the corner of the quaint little backyard. The smell of cigarette smoke was potent, even in the evening air as Mira's hand squeezed his in a brief hidden glimpse of reassurance. She dropped his hand, only to peer into the shed with a questioning word upon her lips. Her father jumped at the sound of her voice, quickly making his way towards the entrance of the shed. Tetradore's brow rose as he watched the man hurriedly crush his cigarette, that falsified guise of pleasantry so easily seen through even as he regarded his daughter with a quickly crumpling grin. Tetradore was hardly oblivious to the way her father's gaze lingered upon him, and in turn, the Alpha's arms crossed over his chest as he met her father's stare head on. Mira's introduction elicited only a small nod from the Were-King, one that was returned briefly from the elder man himself.

Mira, however, was hardly one to procrastinate when it came to her previous Alpha, the young woman diving head first into the problem that had prompted their journey in the first place - even if it was to her father's detriment. He was defensive almost instantly, arguing with a stubbornness that reminded Tetradore of his girlfriend. It would seem she had gotten the one good quality her father possessed. With slack features, the Were-King merely watched the exchange between father and daughter. He noted astutely the nervous manner in which the man before him licked his lips, only for his gaze to dart towards the Alpha himself. Tetradore could feel the fear that radiated from her father, calling to his own elemental prowess with the promise of being so easily malleable. It would be a mere trifle to have him on his knees, cowering before the Were-King. Tetradore purposefully pushed away those intrusive thoughts at the sound of the soft sigh upon Mira's lips,

Her father's gaze turned pointedly towards him, the man clearing his throat before attempting to converse with the Alpha himself - man-to-man. Tetradore's brow rose, though his head dipped in subtle agreement that it was very much their duty to provide. It was a duty that he clearly failed to do, in the Were-King's eyes and how aware her father was of that fact as he insisted he had only been trying to do the best he could, given the situation. Her father's shoulders slumped forward in clear defeat, even as Mira softly insisted there were surely other ways to secure funding for her sister's schooling.

It was clear the pair would get nowhere with such an argument, even her father could see that as the man turned his attention to the far more pressing problem - keeping his oldest daughter out of Nolan's grasp. Tetradore had already suspected the opposing Alpha would be aware of their arrival, though the cordial attempt of a 'meeting' was...unexpected. Still, it was her father's insistence that they run that finally coaxed the Were-King's lips to part, his baritone voice a low rumble. "There are only two ways this is going to end." He stated bluntly, glancing briefly at his girlfriend. "If you want Mira to run, I hope you are prepared to pack up your entire household because she is not going to run and leave her family behind to deal with Nolan." He paused, those emerald eyes turned pointedly towards her father before he continued, "Or...I will deal with him. It's your choice." Nolan might have been relentless...but Mira's father was unaware of the cold ruthlessness that his daughter had brought with her in the form of one well-trained panther.

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