I wonder what it's like to be loved by you
Tetradore remained balanced upon the balls of his feet as he watched his sister take each frantic breath. Her anxiety, her fear, was a palpable thing for the Were-King. It was so easily malleable, so vulnerable to his own abilities...and yet, Tetradore staunchly ignored the allure of it and the dark power that begged to be used. Rather, his own baritone voice was distinctly flat as he scolded the young girl for destroying the bathroom. His words, by some miracle, managed to cut through her panic attack as she stuttered out an apology between strangled breaths. It was one he accepted wordlessly, the Alpha instead moving onto the problem at hand as he inquired what, exactly, Nadya remembered. Her gaze turned down and away from him as she searched through her mind for the last real thing she could grab onto - an event that had happened years ago. The frown upon his lips only further deepened as a soft rumble of acknowledgement echoed in the back of his throat. Of course he remembered burning down Syn. It was an act he had paid for dearly, though he hadn't told any one of the consequences of his faux 'freedom'. Rather, his forefinger picked at a callous upon his thumb as he considered all she had told him, her gaze finding his again in a silent quest for answers that Tetradore didn't have.
His head shook as he rose to his feet, his gaze drifting over the damage surrounding them before he reached his hand out towards his sister. "I don't know...but I know how to find out. Why don't you get some rest Nadya. I'll have someone clean this up and get you some new clothes and food. I need to make some phone calls." Though he hadn't the smallest idea of what occurred to his sister - if there were Dark Hunters involved, it was likely the Council would know something and had several contacts there who could provide him with all the details about that.