There's a witch here!

"For fucks sake Emerson, how's that supposed to put me at ease." Amelia's voice raised a little with frustration and a tinge of anger laced in it.

"Patience darling." He chuckles and then his hands brushing gently against her lips, he says, "but for what its worth, you said the f-word which you know," his voice drops lower, "just turns me..."

Amelia hits his hands away from her lips. "Emerson?" She glared.

Emerson smiles, "do you have any idea how beautiful and lovely and so dangerously sexy you look when you're angry?"

"Emerson?" This time she called calmly.

"OK. Sheila says she has a vision where I'm the one at the center of it all, something about someone turning the tides for the sake of the supernatural world."

"You? Why? What if its dangerous? Emerson, we don't....."

"Worrying again? I for one do not want this at all but if I can put Donald instead, if anything good could come out of this and he rules over all, he deserves it better than anyone."

"But we still don't know if there's harm attached to it."

"Yeah, that also, but... If anything i can't take such huge responsibility but if there's harm to it then no Donald, can't risk his life for the sake of all supernaturals."

~Alpha, there's a witch here!~ Alec, Emerson's beta cried out through the mind-link.

Emerson turns his head away from Amelia with a frown to communicate better with his Beta.

~who is it Alec?~ Emerson asked but what greeted him was complete silence.

"What's going on?" Amelia felt the tension through their bond.

"A witch has breached the pack house. I'll be back." And with that he sprints off, the force of his speed slapping against Amelia's cheeks.

As Emerson walked outside the building, climbing down the small steps, he noticed the bodies of all the wolves supposed to be on guard sprawled on the floor, sleeping.

"Such vulgarity! Coming to my pack and putting them to sleep, is it war you're asking for cause this sure is nothing but an unpleasant surprise, Mason Vaz."