Emma Walker Autopsy Novels & Stories

he declared. "Wyatt, I am scared here. I can't; I am scared," she begged him. Ignoring her plea, he turned and locked her in the haunted room without a warm coat. Alone in the cold room, where hundreds of dead bodies lay beneath, she quietly settled behind the glass cabin. Scared, cold, and hungry, Hazel felt lost, not knowing whom to call for help. She scanned the reports in front of her eyes. Maxwell, age 40, Cause of death: Vampire blood sample found in blood traces.

Emma clutched the folder tightly against her chest. The hidden door above burst open. Marcus stepped onto the staircase with nearly twenty armed men behind him. He smiled as his eyes landed on Emma. "There you are." His gaze shifted to the black folder in her hands. "Now..." "Hand me what's mine." Emma took one step backward. Her heart pounded. She knew that folder contained the truth her father had died protecting. And she also knew... Marcus Kane would kill every one of them to get it.

When she finally understood that I really was gone, Caroline could not hold back her emotions anymore and broke down sobbing helplessly. Later, she contacted Kenneth and asked him to run another autopsy on my body. It was like she forced herself into overdrive, desperate to find any clue about the killer. Inside the examination room, Caroline did not make a single mistake and completed a flawless autopsy while preserving as much of my body as she could. However, her colleagues were not as composed. Several of them had to run out to throw up halfway through. When she finally stepped off the operating platform, Caroline finally broke character. She collapsed to the floor and cried uncontrollab

“No scent of another wolf. No fear spike. She didn’t die scared.” I didn’t know whether that was comfort or another kind of horror. “We take her to Sarah,” I said. Medical staff lifted Alex onto the stretcher. Her limbs moved wrong and loose. Too heavy in some places, too soft in others. My wolf recoiled violently. I forced myself to keep my expression neutral. Sarah prepared the autopsy room with her usual clinical precision. Instruments glinted under sterile lights. Her expression was calm, almost too calm. The pack didn’t stay to watch. Only Lucas and I remained in the corner while Sarah opened Alex’s torso with steady hands.

dies with her, I thought, his slurs, my mother’s absence, Justin’s betrayal my fuel. I slipped into the clinic’s lot at dusk, hoodie blending with shadows, Derek beside me. Kayla’s rental SUV roared down Greenwich Avenue, Justin at the wheel, her silhouette beside him. My heart raced as the vehicle lurched, tires screeching, veering into a roadside oak. Metal crumpled, glass exploded, a thunderclap of chaos. Blood glinted on asphalt, Kayla’s scream piercing, Justin’s groans faint. “Brakes weren’t enough,” I muttered, eyes on the wreckage, crimson smears vivid in the frost. Derek smirked. “Device’ll finish it.” But a shadow moved across the lot—a figure, face hidden in the haze, clutching a g

The moment he was gone, my legs gave out and I collapsed onto the ground. Oh crap! I was fucked. I couldn't stay here. I had to get out of this place before his spy came back, or I really would end up as a barbecue. I scrambled to my feet and peeked out of the tent, looking for any possible escape route. That's when I heard footsteps approaching and two voices talking in low tones. "She's not Amaya Blackwood, Alpha. But she is Emma Wilfred, Supreme Alpha Darrell Blackwood's ex-mate. And right now, he's got every wolf in Texas looking for her."

,he kissed her and hurried out. Hours later after eating and laughing Alexis drifted to sleep and we sat talking softly so we didn't wake her. "the detective called and said Emma killed herself four nights ago",I looked over at our girl. "damn dude I knew she would try again after the last attempt her dad offing himself fucked with her. It is sad but our life is so fucking awesome Alexis is the best wife a man could ask for",Steven murmured looking at her. He pulled out a necklace and showed it to us it was her birthstone. She would love it.

Every time I stare at the cut in her lip, the rage thrums the more. When we arrive home, I carry her up to the stairs and lay her down on the bed. “I am going to make you soup.” I say and she nods, watching me with those amber eyes while half-asleep. Downstairs, as I prep the ingredients, I dial a call to Xavier. “Hey.” He picks up on the first ring. “Something up?” I cut straight to the point. “They took Emma today to an abandoned warehouse.”

Emma It was 2 am and I was still cleaning the kitchen, I had a few more dishes left on the counter. I have worked a lot. I wanted to sleep. Finally, I was done. I can go to bed. I am an omega, I do not have parents, they died 10 years ago in the big war between the two biggest opposite werewolves packs who were fighting for territory and supremacy.