Lord Emerson's POV
With a pounded heart and stunned eyes, I stared as I watched my wild pet, a cheetah, glaring at Emma as if he wanted to devour her. His jaws were agape, revealing bared teeth that seemed poised to consume her.
With a trembling body and terrified eyes, Emma looked my way, and just when she was about to say something, she fell on the floor and fainted. Taking a deep breath, I looked at my pet, who was still gazing at the unconscious body of Emma.
“Fury,” I called out to him, and immediately, he looked my way. “Come here,” I instructed, and as usual, he ran up to me and began rubbing his face on my knees. A heavy sigh left my lips as I stared at the unconscious body of Emma, and with anger, I turned to my men behind me.
“Who among you was foolish enough to let Fury out
