Graham holds Emma in his arms. She is leaning into his chest as they try to sleep. The cries of the Lost Ones are affecting both of them. They're faint, for him, barely an itch at the back of his mind, but he hears them all the same. She, he knows, is restless from them. They're clawing at her, tearing into her.
So he does the only thing he can and holds her close, humming a lullaby his curse personality vaguely remembers softly for her, while observing the others.
The other two men, one he doesn't know, the other the pirate that Regina sent after her mother, they both stare at him with barely concealed envy and rage.
From what he's come to understand, since his arrival in Neverland, strange as it was, the one he doesn't know is Henry's father – and Gold's son. Something in him rages that the man has touched his Emma, has previously hurt his Emma – he doesn't know how, but he knows it happened, that Henry's father is the reason his beautiful mate had such high walls when they met – but he does not let his rage surface. Emma would not appreciate his rage – she can protect herself, she is a strong woman, an alpha.
The pirate, he's less sure of the reasons for the obvious hatred being directed at him. He thinks it most likely that the man was lusting after Emma. There is a story, he's sure, that he will learn, as to why the pirate that was sent to kill Cora is on this rescue mission, but right now, it doesn't matter.
James and Snow, for whatever reason, seem to be angry with each other. Or rather, Snow seems angry with James. He will have to ask Emma about that in the morning.
He's going to need a weapon, to fight for Henry, he realizes. Emma had mentioned that maybe Tinker Bell would have something, and that they were going to see the fairy tomorrow, to tell her that they have an exit plan.
He will fight for their boy. Henry is a part of his pack. Wolves will sacrifice themselves to protect the pack and he will be no exception if it's required. No matter if he has to give Emma up for it. She is his mate, and her happiness with her boy, the safety of both of them, is far more important to him than his own life.
He knows there is pain in her from having lost him before – she would not lie to him and she said that he died and he does fuzzily remember the blackness of Oblivion coming and there is no other way to account for the time that had passed between when they were in the station and when he arrived here in this strange world – and he will not force her to lose him again – unless it's the only way they can have Henry back.
He wants all of them to be a pack, a family, together, of course he does. He will force himself to put up with Regina, if that's what it takes. But he has to be practical and he knows that if it comes down to it, he will do what he needs to get Henry back, even die once more.
He can only hope it doesn't come to that, not even for his own sake, but for Emma's. She deserves to be happy and losing him twice will certainly not bode well for her happiness.
She shifts in his arms, and he places a soft kiss in her hair, hoping to calm her. They are mates. That is for life. He has gotten a miracle second chance at that and he will do his best to live a long and happy life at her side, with Henry (and, perhaps someday, he dares to hope, with a child or two that is his own flesh and blood – not that he will love Henry any less for having a different father, not that he will push this hope on Emma, he will leave that up to fate, and he will leave that hope in the back of his mind until after all this is through).
Whatever it takes.
