Emmalynn Bennett Pov

*Flashback*

Year 1887

In the instant that it came in, it rushed out just as fast.

"Where is it? How did it find us?" I say.

Breathless my eyes met with Bronzen now brown eyed ones. "Are you hurt?" He asks, wrapping his masculine arms around my waist - lifting me to my feet.

The sound of howls erupts outside the cave.

"I don't believe so." I spoke as his palms caressingly wiped my hair from my face. "How did it pass the others so easily?"

"Unsure, perhaps it holds some sort of camouflage ability."

"How is that possible?"

I shivered at his warmth- feeling the lure of him tug within to have our lips brush- I gently removed his palms down into my grasp.

"You shake with worry, come sit." He firmly wrapped his arm around my waist, tugging me to the bedside.

I stepped away, with a head shake. "No. We have to find it." I say of the night creature, needing to go out to hunt for it.

Both sadness and puzzled, crossed his features. He strode closer to me. "Emmalynn, you have become the focus of my every thought. I cannot ever be close enough to you to lose." His voice is a low growl, a whisper of breath leaning against my lips. "Please, stay."

"I.." I wanted to lean away. This was terrifying not knowing where the only family that I have ever known could be. Yet. Here. Standing before him…Need of this bond was something that would erupt the second I agreed to not leave.

I couldn't allow this… Him… us, to distract me and my hunt for any evil.

"Everytime you touch me, it's like…" I had no words for him. "Do… feel this.." I say motioning to his heart, yet careful not to touch. "With all that we spoke before the Wendigo appeared .. I won't dare to forget, however-" Bronzen lips hover over mine, hungry, as if he is doing everything in his power not to claim me. "We cannot now." I say.

In the instant I mustered up enough strength to pull away once more.

Bronzen silently looked at our feet, and I wondered what he was thinking- other than pure sorrow and sadness. The words I know are heartbreaking for him. I had to speak to them.

Suddenly, there in the entryway - Lora, his vampire company looked at him.

"Apologies for my indruden, have there been any injuries?" She asked.

Before Bronzen could respond, I moved forward to walk. "Did the creature leave a trace? We must find it." I hurried down the cave path.

"Emmalynn?" Bronzen breathed with worry in his voice behind me.

I ignored it, and him. I was well capable of finding my sistas. I needed to know the truth, just as I needed to kill the Wendigo.

"Emmalynn?" He spoke again, his voice a big higher trying to reach me as I rushed out the hall into what appeared to be the sitting room. Lighting candles around logs and stone, Wolves and Vampires creatures looked at me.

I can feel what they are so clearly now. It was as if the evil within them was a beacon like a prey to predators. It was weird not to want to kill them.

There was a time where I would slatter them all, no hesitation. However, my intuition told me I could trust them even though I should trust no one.

I ignored their glares, no pause and spotted the day breaking from the cave entry.

How did the Wendigo slip by them?

Just the strangest thing I could never imagine happening.

"Emmalynn, please. You must rest. Your bones are weak." He begged, suddenly behind me in the early morning sun.

Brealessly I paused looking to the trees.

"I must go." I spoke, unnoticeable tripping over a green bush in the dirt.

However, before I could brace my fall -strong hands caught my waist. Pulling me quickly into him.

"Weaken, you must not." Bronzen whispered with frustration in his tone.

Lifting me in his arms enough to stare into his jasper color eye.

"Please, let me go."

Face to face, he frowned.

It was the spirits I spoke to now, to slow time completely enough to allow my mind to understand this all.

Him this close. Us. This attraction we hold. The bond he spoke of, I can feel even more. "I must not be here with you." He was a creature of the night. "I hunt you." I say warningly. I didn't want to hunt or hurt him. "You helped me, I have no choice but to spare your life. Allow me.. To do so with my absence." I begged.

I gaze up at him as the fireflies dance around us. This was odd. Never have they appeared in the early sunlight such as this.

He shut his eyes, slowly then reopened them.

"Open… your heart fully.. I shall never abandon you." He promised.

Why must I sense it was his only truth?

Could I possibly be all that he is? Could I not be losing my mind?

I shut my eyes. "All hearts.. Are delicate balefire organs helping us to live. We need this air to breathe. I'm unsure of who I am, yet you beg me to stay."

"Yes." He replies as I open my eyes into his.. "Yes. Indeed. You must understand… when I see you.. I see us. I see a family of cute baby squirrels nestled in a hollow, asleep. I see a raccoon washes its hands in a trickling creek. In the dead night I see an owl stalking a scurrying mouse. I once hunted and killed without knowledge before I was held captive." He says. "Now… I…us… we all.. change for you, Emmalynn."

"Bronzen…" I whisper. This was all terribly wrong.

"Feel my warmth." He says pressing my hand to his heart.

Through his chest, his heart raced quickly.

Oh, my, my. I did not wish to feel any of this.

"I do." I smile. Gazing into his eyes, the only thing I could see was us, in his cave fire-lite room. Lips touching without air.

I allowed myself to relax at that fantasy..

"For instance… even now, in this human form, I can see you with perfect clarity." He says heavily, "To have an excuse to cuddle with a beautiful huntress underneath the stars. I wish to always do it."

"Words I'll give into at any given sundown.. Yet, Bronzen.. It's daylight. I have a duty. I must see it through."

"Truly, Just by the virtue of being yourself, you shine light into me. I would never boast to you of any obligation." His hands tightens on mine, drawing me against his body. "However, you are hurt. Allow me to tend to your wombs." Slowly… inexplicably… a glow begins to form the sir-defining outline of his aura.

It was in that instant I rushed my mouth to his.

I didn't care to feel him kiss me back. I massaged his warm tongue with mine, placing my arm behind his neck. Making us one, with not a care of who could be watching.

His huge hands tighten around my body, warming my skin from the early daylight air.

He seems to only be a fantasy. Alone with him, the morning and night we shared, doesn't feel real.

"Bronzen, I have to find out who I am?" I say. "I have to hear the truth from them."

"I understand, truly."

"Though… you rather I stay.. With you?"

"Yes." He responds low.

I sighed. "I.. I like this..with you. It's scary and .. strangely new... But my sistas… they need me."

He nods, not saying another word.

"I won't deny.. this... affection you hold for me, however I cannot stay. Something isn't right out there..." I say speaking of the woods.

"I've never met anyone like you before, and I'm sure I never will. I would lay my life for you, to protect only you." He confessed placing his soft lip to mine.

I frown. "Once I leave here… I cannot come back."

*Bang*

I jumped at the sound of a loud shotgun coming from behind me.

I turned around to see nothing but green trees.

"Bronzen, let's go back inside. Hunters are here, you must not be seen." I say, turning back to look at him.

He groaned, stoned slowly looking down to his left waist side.

"Bronzen?" I say following his sight.

There, a hole- through his bareskin. Red-purple blood started quickly pouring out.

"NO!" Like a reflex my hand went to his womb and I rushed wrapping my arm around his body. "Come." With all the adrenaline and panic, I limped back to the cave entrance tugging Bronzen along.

"Emmalynn?" He whispers weakened.

"Don't worry, I can heal you.. You will be alright." I say, then suddenly tripped into the sitting area of his cave.

"What happened?" Lora asks, rushing to our side. I laid Bronzen down just as Lora handed me a quilt.

I placed the quilt behind Bronzen's head. "Hunters, in the woods. I didn't see." I say to Lora fast, tearing a shred of my gown that was indeed hers.

"Hunters? Are you sure?" She asked as the remaining Armory survivors gathered around.

"I believe so. His accelerated healing has not yet begun. It must be a silver bullet to pierce him."

"Then you stay here. Save him. We will go fight." Lora says, suddenly I was alone with Bronzen.

Looking into his red Jasper eyes, Bronzen glared at me. "Don't worry, I'll heal you." I rushed to kiss his dry lips, putting both of my palms on his shot-womb.

He was silent. More silent than I ever wanted him to be.

With my hands shaking I tried my best to remember the healing spell I was once taught to by Naysa. For her she used Expression to heal herself of a knife womb. I had no idea how to manifest it onto Bronzen. I would have to master- extremely dark and powerfully wicked energy.

Though I had to try something.

I took a deep breath glancing to the fire pit, to draw energy from.

First, I effortlessly used telekinetic strength to remove the bullet from Bronzen's womb.

Once the bullet fell to the ground, I shut my eyes to hurry to manipulate the molecular structures as it caused him no harm. The wind around me blew and the fire pit was instant smoke.

When Bronzen groaned, I looked at the womb turning a strange purple-green color.

"It won't help, he's a Kitsune. That toxin was made to raze and stop the heart." Keziah's voice appeared behind me.

In Bronzen's eyes, there was sorrow and tiredness.

I was losing him, when we just found each other.

"A Kitsune can only be killed by being stabbed in the heart with a knife or decapitation. Since I knew you were here willingly, you had no intention of killing him." She spats with a venomous tongue.

"You witch, How could you?" I yelled, turning around. Standing to my feet, she stood there in the same attire she was wearing the night before.

"Because I knew you wouldn't." She spat.

I cried. "He hasn't harmed anyone."

"You are so weak, Emmalynn. Always have been."

"No. I am not weak, I'm not a murder!"

Keziah laughed bitterly. "You are a huntress, it is your duty to protect the citizens of this town from these monstrous creatures, not lay with them."

"You have no idea what you are talking about. He is not like them. He does not hunt like the rest."

"Is that what he told you? Must you believe every–"

"I know about the children and Armory, Keziah! I know of the lies and evil-bedding that Dalton has instructed. I want the truth from you." Shock widened her eyes.

"You know nothing."

"Tell me who I am. Tell me where my parents are!"

She laughed again. "That monster spoke lies to you."

"No, he has not and he isn't a monster… you are." She was never my blood. I wish I knew that long ago. "I see who you truly are now."

Keziah narrowed her eyes in anger.

"I should have killed you a long time ago." She says, getting to raise her weapon to me. Suddenly, the loudness of another round of a shotgun caused me to jump.

Keziah and I both looked to a hole through her stomach.

As soon as her gun dropped, her body fell backwards.

There, in the cave entry stood a guy.

"Are you alright?" His stern voice sounded familiar.

Joseph Winchester's older brother comes through the door and Keziah's body lays still.

I took a step closer to her.

He came to examine her as her body started changing its form. "Wha- What's happened?"

"It's not your sister. It's a Shapeshifter." He says, and I had never truly dealt with something like that before.

"What do you mean?" I muttered confused.

"My good friend Enderson Singer has been hunting these Shapeshifters for years. She has remained the same for a very long time. However, she was never truly alone- without you or the other one. Until last night."

I sat there, then I heard Bronzen groan. "Emmalynn…."

"Bronzen?" I dropped to the ground and crawled to him. "Bronzen? I'm here." I held him in my arms.

"I'm sorry, I'm deeply sorry.." I cried. "I should have stayed here with you, this is all my fault." I kissed his lips, one last time and knew I'd never be the same.

Slowly his eyes fluttered shut, and I held his head to my chest.

Here in my arms he was unmoving.

I wanted to scream. I wanted to curse. I wanted to kill.

Yet, I knew… this was something I wouldn't have been able to do myself.

He was gone.

"I'll bury him for you." Samson Winchester spoke.

"Who told you?" I ask lightly, laying Bronzen's lifeless body to the stone floor. "How did you and your friend find them.. My sistas?"

"Your sister, Keziah. She knew you would need help… she knew I would help hunt the creatures in this town. She found me and asked for my alliance.. I knew in time I'll find the opportunity to kill her."

I nodded. "First rule in the hunter's handbook, huh… never fall in love with a monster or make an alliance with it." I say standing to look at Samson.

"Even so… Do you truly believe we get happy endings? We hunt what-goes-bump-in-the-night… We aren't allowed to sleep peacefully in the arms of anyone." He replies, and I couldn't keep my tears from falling.

"No, I suppose not." I stated, then looked at Keziah's body on the cave ground. "Cannot believe she wasn't my real blood. I should have known. She hated to see anyone else having what she couldn't. Even my closeness to Naysa, she hated it."

Samson cleared his throat. "He was a monster, he would have killed you the second you closed your eyes."

"You have no idea what you're speaking of, for your information- He was more than a wolf. He was my kind. I am half-Kitsune. He wouldn't have ever hurt me."

"Well.. my apologies for your kin. Too bad the rest of them weren't like him."

"Yeah, too bad.

"Emmalynn?" Naysa says running into the cave. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." I looked down at Keziah one last time.

"Oh my! Who is that? That's not Keziah!" The body was old and wrinkly and unrecognizable.

"Then I suggest you go search for her. Hopefully, she's still alive." I say, walking past her out the cave.

"Wait! Where are you going? The Wendigo is still out there!"

I paused but didn't turn around.

I looked up to the blinding yellow sun. "I don't care. I'm going to hunt for my family. I don't care how, but I will find the truth of who I am."

"Emmalynn, please. Talk to me. What do you mean? We are Legacies….and family."

"Yet… I'm not. I'm no longer. I honestly never was."

"Em?"

"Goodbye, Naysa." Were my last words to my little sista.

I needed to find Dalton St. John and kill him, for stealing my past away from me.

*End Of Flashback*