Calm your wolf

**** Present****

Cheryl had only come to talk but could it be a coincidence? Her baby had also moved, could it be.....

#growl#

She snaps out of her thought facing the fuming man in her presence. Emerson.

"What did you do to her?"

Emerson's claws were elongating as his eyes kept darkening. He was mad!

Cheryl leans on one leg, her eyes watching him intently. She looked like she was watching a show. "First Emer....."

"Don't call me that!" He growls

"Listen to me okay" she straightens herself now looking serious. "Don't speak to me in that tone and no I don't have a hand in your mates current status." She snaps at him clearly angered by his behavior towards her.

"Speak to me like that again and your head would find a new body." He was clearly not in the mood for this witch.

Cheryl lifts her brows. "I think you need help controlling that wild one!" She waves her hand in the air slowly.

#grunts#

Emerson clutch his chest falling to his knees.

#crack#

His bone shifts in a very awkward way. She was forcing his wolf out. That was pain! His bone kept snapping in different positions, his back up in the air. Fur spranging out from all parts of his body. He kept growling and grunting but for some reason nobody seemed to even move to stop the witch.

"Enough!" A voice reverberates breaking through the thickened and stiffened air.

"Donald!" Cheryl calls out smiling. She tilts her head to a still grunting Emerson. "Are you calm now?"

Emerson growls at her as he lifts himself off the ground. Donald quickly steps in holding his arms. He looks at Cheryl.

"Why are you here Cheryl?" Donald asks seeing as Emerson wasn't in the state to ask questions.

"Well, i came to talk." She went straight to the point. "As you know there's a war brewing, the dark witches are up to some..."

"How is that our concern!" With that growl, Emerson was definitely not planning to calm down.

"Control him!" She snaps.

"Amelia is kind of not waking up, so...."

"I can check on her of course if I don't suddenly fall dead to the ground with that glare of yours." She scowled at Emerson.

Donald pulls him until they were off earshot from Cheryl.

"Being like this isn't going to wake her up. Try calm your wolf, the pack doctor has said Amelia is fine but yet she isn't waking up..."

"You want me to put her words into consideration?" Emerson hits the bullseye.

"For Amelia, that's all"

"This is on you!" Emerson points at his chest and walks off. Donald knew that what Emerson meant was if Cheryl suddenly turns up dead, it was all on him. How cruel!

Donald walks back to Cheryl. "Come With me" he leads her.

"So he can't even ask for help?" A little bit of hurt evident in her eyes.

"You know how he is Cheryl. Tell me, what is it?"

Donald knew Cheryl wouldn't be here to rile Emerson. It had to be important.

"Let me see her first then we'll talk." She smiles lightly.

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