Wolves in Sheep's Clothing

Emily's POV. I woke to the sound of urgent whispers and the feeling of the bed shifting as the triplets untangled themselves from our puppy pile. Groggily, I blinked away the last vestiges of sleep, my witch senses tingling with the knowledge that something was very, very wrong. "Guys?" I mumbled, sitting up and running a hand through my tangled mess of curls. "What's going on?" Leo's face was grim as he tossed me my phone. "Check the news, Em. It's bad." With trembling fingers, I unlocked my phone and was immediately bombarded with notifications. Breaking news alerts, text messages from Arya and my mom, and about a million missed calls from numbers I didn't recognize. My stomach dropped as I opened the first link, my eyes widening in horror as I read the headline: WINDRIDGE PACK ACCUSED OF TREASON: ALPHA CHRIST AND WITCH WIFE IMPLICATED IN PLOT TO ASSASSINATE ROYAL FAMILY "What the actual fu-" I started, but Luca cut me off. "It gets worse," he said, his usual joking demeanor nowhere