An almost inhuman rumbling comes from deep in his chest as his eyes darken even further in rage. In that instant, Emma knows it's really him.

No illusion would get so angry about Henry being taken.

Her hand drifts up to rest on his heart and their eyes lock. The heartbeat is strong, steady. The moment is almost an echo of before, of that day, but this time it is beating, it is real. Somehow.

Whatever brought him back, he is hers to keep; she knows this instinctively. She smiles at him.

"We're going to get him back," she says, full of confidence. She'd been determined before, but now? Now she knows they will get Henry back. If she can get Graham back, even if she doesn't know how she got Graham back, she can get her son back. Because if she can get Graham back, nothing is impossible.

"Do we have a plan?" Graham asks.

"Em, you're not going to trust this guy who appeared out of nowhere with the plan to get our son back," Neal protests before she can say a word.

"This is not a democracy, Neal," Mary Margaret says, "And Emma is our leader. If she decides to trust him, we trust him."

"We trust him," Emma says, not looking away from Graham for a second.

"What?" Neal is obviously incredulous, "Emma, he appeared out of nowhere. Why would we trust him?"

"Because wolves always protect their pack," she explains, letting her hand drop from his chest. If he is her mate – and she knows he is, they had shared True Love's Kiss, it doesn't get more obvious than that! – then Henry is a part of his pack through her.

"We do," Graham nods, smiling back at her.

"Wait, what is this wolf pack nonsense?" David asks, his eyes darting between Emma and Graham.

Graham stands, still shaky, and bows towards David.

"This 'wolf pack nonsense,' as you put it, Your Majesty," he says, "is that I was raised by wolves, not humans, and have many a wolf's instinct. One of those instincts is to protect my family."

"Henry is not his family!" Neal protests, obviously still not willing to trust him. It's flimsy logic at best, since Graham had been around for Henry's whole life, and Emma remembers how much he cared about her son during her early days in town. It had been obvious every time she'd seen them together. Graham was protective of Henry. Almost fatherly, but not quite. Regina had probably been the wedge keeping him from being a true father figure. Not that Neal would know any of that.

Emma stands next to Graham, who has drawn himself to his full height from the bow he made to her father.

"Henry is his family," she says, taking Graham's hand, "because both of them are my family."

Graham turns his head and looks down at her, a smile on his face, a smile just like that night at the station, full of his love for her. She meets his eyes with a similar smile, unable to look at Neal and Hook, both of whom bared their souls to her earlier, both of whom apparently believed they had a chance (of course they did, she'd kissed Hook and she'd told Neal that even though she wished he was dead she still loved him)… She's just declared that neither of them has a chance, basically, just by standing by him.

Oh well. She's not worried about that right now. And they hadn't had a chance anyway… Just they hadn't known it yet.

"Mates for life, right?" she whispers. It makes her nervous, completely, but her heart has belonged to him probably since the night they met.

She barely knows him, they didn't have enough time together for her to really know him, and she's offering him lifelong commitment in the middle of the Neverland Jungle after he's been dead for far too long (who's she kidding? He'd been dead far too long after two seconds had passed). Of course she's nervous. There's no doubting that she would be.

"Mates for life," Graham confirms quietly, leaning down to kiss her.

He is her wolf, her Huntsman, her sheriff, her Graham. She is his princess, his Savior, his deputy, his Emma. They will get Henry back, and then they will be together.

This kiss – soft, slow, searching, passionate – this kiss is just a promise. A promise of what they will have. Henry must come first, though. Their pack is not whole without him.