*For Emma - Future!-verse*

He'd been out hunting again, gone from the penthouse for the past few days; after everything that had happened in the past few weeks, he needed to just get the hell away from everything and everyone, even Emma, just to clear his head and calm himself down. He'd been getting better at that, but he still couldn't help himself sometimes.

As soon as he arrived at the top of the lift, something was wrong. He knew it. He could tell just from the simple fact that Emma wasn't there to greet him from the elevator like she usually did, eager to see him and keen to hear what he'd been up to - even though she could read it straight from his mind if she'd wanted. He frowned as he walked further into the penthouse, his first concern for her safety; he moved cautiously towards the living area, alert for the smell of her blood and the sound of her voice, his claws already unsheathing as an overwhelming sense of uneasiness gripped him.

"Princess?"

He moved towards the living room, instinctively pausing as he caught sight of the silhouette of someone sitting there and staring out of the large window, but it only took him a moment to recognise the scent as belonging to Emma. And she wasn't her usual self at all.

"Baby... is everything alright?"