Emma Walker Killer Romane & Geschichten

She doesn’t stand a chance, either. Emma doesn’t hesitate. She barrels toward her, knocking her over before raking her claws over the woman’s face to push her head aside, exposing her neck, which she bites into without hesitation. She holds it, thrashing back and forth to maximize the damage. “Emma, she’s gone,” I tell her after the few seconds it takes to kill the woman, but Emma doesn’t stop. “We’re in the elevator,” Kelly tells me. “And we caught a rat. What’s the situation up there?”

I killed the engine, the rhythmic thrum of the car fading into a heavy, expectant quiet that made the air in the cabin feel pressurized. "Remember," I whispered, my voice a dark, rough warning as I looked at her one last time. I watched her reflection in the glass—beautiful, lethal, and cornered. "One slip. One look at him that lasts a second too long. One secret shared in the shadows of this house. And the deal is off. I’ll be the one to hand your Mom the match to burn your world down." Emma didn't look at me. She just pushed the door open and stepped out into the harsh afternoon light, her straight, pale legs carrying her toward the house with the same predatory grace she used to hunt her

Emma lifted her hand and gently placed my fingers back on her neck like she was daring me. “You can try again,” she whispered, eyes glittering. “If you need further confirmation.” She waited for a beat, but I couldn't do anything. My hands remained slack around her neck as I stared at her in absolute shock. This wasn't the sweet, innocent, and docile Emma that I knew. This was a witch, a demon in a skin. When I didn't do anything, she pushed my hands away and sat up, smoothed her robe, and looked down at me like I was already beneath her.

His body slammed across the alley hard enough to leave him unconscious instantly. The entire fight lasted seconds. Rain continued falling softly afterward while the alley grew quiet again except for the sound of the unconscious men groaning faintly on the ground. Emily stood perfectly still for a moment, her breathing uneven now. Then she quickly rushed toward the girl. The teenager remained unconscious, her skin cold from the rain while the stun darts remained embedded in her body. Emily carefully removed one of them and examined it beneath the alley light. Not ordinary tranquilizers. Specialized. Designed for supernatural nervous systems.

As from now on, I would be the one deciding things for the benefit of us all, and the first thing was to have him removed from our lives. Because no matter how much I tried to brush it off my mind, I think he is connected to Kael’s death, as I found something at the crime scene—something that could implicate Emma if it was seen. That's why I tried to pin it on the humans, trying to disguise it as an attack from us. I knew Emma couldn't have gone back there, and neither could her father have done such. It’s only Alex, as this wasn't going to be his first massacre, although he claimed the first one was because of his mate's death.

Steve listened intently. “An assassin came into the academy while mom was giving a speech, transformed into a werewolf and attacked. I killed him on the spot, Steve, I did not even blink or think twice, it just happened like it was second nature. I was only eighteen and I had already taken a life.” Emma said, her voice haunted by the memory.

If it were not for the fact that she wanted to wait until her birthday, I would mark and mate her today. “At the bar, someone sent Emma threatening pictures. One from inside the bar of her and Xander dancing. The other was of a little girl taken right as she was murdered when Emma tried to escape Blacktree when she was ten. Blacktree are some sadistic fucks. We were able to trace it back to her mother’s maiden name, but facial recognition didn’t pick her up at all. Therefore, someone else is helping her. The leak is either someone in our pack, or someone found a way to sneak into our borders. No alerts have popped up. I also have our teams going through every moment of security footage. Noth

Back at her apartment, Emma parked and headed straight to her bedroom. In the corner of her wardrobe, she retrieved a locked metal box. From inside, she took out an old, outdated cellphone, dusted it off, and plugged it in to charge. Once powered on, she accessed a long-forgotten contact and sent a single text message: “I need someone killed. Haley.” This person was a hitman she had come to know during the three years she had disappeared. A reply came almost instantly. Emma followed the instructions, transferring funds to an offshore account as directed.