A/N: Hey everyone! So sorry for the delay on this chapter. It's been a crazy and hectic summer, and the muse has been chatting at her own strange pace, but I finally got the chance to write this installment. Just to warn you all, we're in the middle of piecing together a lot of these remaining issues and this will be ending on a cliff hanger. I know, I know, but the gang is all trying to figure out what Elsa's dreams mean and what the red eyed shifters want. We'll get a bit more information in this installment, but all will be revealed and sorted next chapter (should be dropping sometime in the next week). This chapter is also a little less CS focused because they're dealing with a big issue, but I promise we'll be back to our normally scheduled fluff soon. Anyway, thanks so much for reading and I hope you all enjoy!
It was amazing to Emma how a day that started off on such a turbulent track could seemingly turn around on a dime.
This morning had been a huge headache for her and Killian, and though she'd now set boundaries with her parents (most specifically her mother), Emma couldn't help the lingering fatigue that clung to her. It was exhausting trying to plan a satisfactorily 'fairy tale wedding' when all she really wanted was a day of love and light and her mate, but at the end of the day it was Killian who largely saved her sanity. Yes, her grandmother had graciously stepped in, and her friends had shown up just in the nick of time to cut any remaining tension, but it was Emma's true love who really saved the day.
Having Killian's calm to cling to when things got stormy was such a blessing, as far as Emma was concerned. It was amazing to have someone so securely in her corner, someone who thought and acted always in the best interest of her heart. His instincts were to care for her and protect her, but to do that in a way that still empowered her to be strong all on her own. Killian may try and shield her, but he also bolstered her too. He made her brave and hopeful, and on top of all of that, he also made her blood thrum with a never-ending sense of want, and her soul flood with a near constant state of rightness…
"Killian, please, you're teasing me, and you know how much I hate that."
The feel of his hands on her body, running along her skin as his mouth moved across to mark all of her most sensitive places was driving Emma crazy. It was so good – so mind shatteringly perfect – but it just wasn't quite enough. He was drawing this out and taking his time, and yeah, maybe they had all night, and maybe he'd already taken her in the kitchen mere minutes ago, but she couldn't wait. It was killing her to feel so close but not quite there. She was restless and needy and flooded with desperate desire. And her mate was eating it all up, loving how riled she got while tormenting her with that sinful grin of his.
"Hate is a strong word, love," Killian rumbled against her skin, his teeth nipping at her in the most provocative way and sparking even more arousal and want. "And I happen to know for a fact that hate isn't the winner in the sea of your emotions right now. I might be driving you mad, but not so secretly you love this. You love me in every way I give myself to you."
"Yes, God yes, but – uh -,"
Words and all rational thinking flew out the window as he found the place she wanted him most, tracing her delicate flesh with a lightness that verged on feathery. Her eyes closed and she moaned aloud, forgetting her whole argument for a moment, but then, when he'd moved lower, teasing her with his hand only to move down her body and hover over her sex with his mouth he stopped, making her crazy all over again.
"Tell me what you want, Emma. You know I'll give you anything you ask. Anything at all."
"Oh!" Again she lost all ability to even think as his tongue worked against her, moving exactly how she liked it. He was an expert at her every last desire, and he knew it, numbing her mind with bliss and letting her think she could have it before she gave him what he'd asked for.
"Emma," he said, his voice playful but somehow still growly, showing her that he was still in control but that it was slipping. Much as he might play in these moments, Killian was just as caught up as her, and he could only last so long before giving in. Lucky for him though, she always seemed to cave first.
"Love me, Killian. Taste me. Take me. Anything, please!"
She heard a mumbled 'as you wish' pass his lips before he continued devouring her, making her come apart with the mastery of his mouth. He then gave her just enough time to return to herself, and when she'd finally felt like the world stopped spinning, he came back above her and filled him with himself in such a deep and consuming way she almost couldn't breathe. It was so good and so real, and when it was over it felt in some ways like it had only just begun. The love was strong between them, anchoring her to a happiness no money could ever bye, and Emma sighed into it, reveling in the sensation that everything was as it should be.
Tucked into his chest and protected by his hold on her, Emma nuzzled into her fiancé, taking in the scent of the two of them together. It was intoxicating and comforting all at once, much like the familiar press of his hard body against hers. This was her most sacred space, the place her heart felt truly free, and she was so grateful to have found it that tears formed in her eyes.
"Was I too hard with you, my love?" Killian asked, though she knew he knew that wasn't the answer.
"Never. You're always just right."
"Then what's brought on those tears?"
"Can't a girl just be so happy that she cries a little?" Emma asked, sniffling a bit before she broke into a smile. Killian chuckled at her joke and she responded in kind as her hand came to rest above his heart. "I know it sounds stupid -,"
"Not at all, Emma. It sounds like exactly what I'll always want for us. This feeling – this love, this joy – it's what we've been meant for. Before we were two lost souls, and now we're one that's found. That's a beautiful thing."
Emma nodded, humming out a contented noise almost like a purr at his words before watching Killian's hand move over to where their baby was now growing. It was too soon for anything like a kick from their little one, but Emma swore she felt a little flutter, a reminder that their little boy or girl was with them always. "Well technically we're one with one on the way."
"As per usual you are right, love. And it's only a matter of time before one becomes more…"
"So is this the kind of thing that's going to fade after the wedding, or what?"
The question from Anna was teasing in nature, but it pulled Emma back so forcefully from her remembrance of last night with Killian that she actually jolted in place. God, she had totally left the building mentally. She was reliving a private moment with her man, but in actuality her friends were here, organizing the different dishes they'd made and snacks they brought to this impromptu cook out. Emma felt her cheeks warm, but though she might be flustered, she couldn't say she was embarrassed. She loved Killian too much to have anything like shame as far as he was concerned, but in an ideal world she might not have let her mind wander quite so far when she was with friends who were needing her attention.
"No way. She's going to look this smitten forever," Ruby countered, her smirk signaling her amusement while also telling Emma she harbored no resentment to Emma's blanking out. "But as bad as she is, my cousin's even worse. Killian will be as old as the day is long and still staring at Emma like she hangs the moon."
"Guys." Emma wished she had a comeback or something, but there was none to be found. They weren't wrong, after all. She was smitten, and though she might have been known for her poker face once upon a time, those days were largely gone. Anyone could read her feelings now, blush or not, and what they read was that she was in love.
"What? It's not a bad thing, Emma," Anna affirmed. "God knows you both deserve it. And it's really… uh, sweet."
"You don't sound so convinced," Emma replied and she was curious as to Anna's new perspective on things. She thought her friend was happy for her, and she could tell she was, but there was something a little off with her today.
"Don't mind, Anna, she's just impatient," Elsa said, trying to smooth everything over. "She wants her own shifter soul mate, and you know how she feels about waiting."
"It's not the waiting," Anna said sternly before yielding the truth. "Okay, so it's partially about the waiting. But really it's just… I mean, I'm worried. What if he never comes? What if there's only so much of this cute, cuddly, couply stuff to go around?"
"Not a chance," Emma said, completely certain on this matter. "There's no way your one isn't out there Anna. Shifter or not, you're going to find the man you belong with. He's just a little delayed."
"A little?" Anna asked, and the rest of them laughed. Anna made it seem like it had been an eternity, but Emma had only known Killian a few months and Elsa and Ruby had only known Liam and Graham a handful of weeks.
"Think of it this way," Elsa offered. "It's just one more thing you'll have in common. I mean honestly, when was the last time you made it to anything on time?"
Anna grumbled that her sister made a good point and all of them laughed again at her feigned annoyance. It was so typically Anna, and now that she'd gotten what Emma knew to be very real worries out there, she would let it be for now. Anna was always good about that. She knew that giving oneself over to anxiety was a lost cause, and until there was really need to panic, it was best to look on the bright side, and right now, there were admittedly many pieces of all of their lives that were bright and beautiful.
That beauty was something that didn't just belong to Emma. Ruby and Elsa had equally as much cause for joy and they both were eager to share their similar yet very different stories. At one end of the new-mates spectrum there were Elsa and Liam, who were bonded and blissful together, but still taking things step by step. They neither of them had any need to move quickly, instead getting to know each other better even though their hearts were already intertwined. On the other end of the mate measurement scale were Ruby and Graham, two shifters who had always known their animals and their destinies, and who, as a result, had no fear diving in.
"Graham told me this morning that he's getting me pregnant next full moon."
"He said what?!" Anna barked out, her hand flying over her heart in shock.
"How could he know?" Elsa asked, and though she was less visibly stunned at the words, Emma saw the trace of a blush on her cheeks. It made Emma smile, and she wondered how many times she and Liam might have spoken of something similar. Because no matter how slow they were taking things, Emma knew there was no way something like that had gone unsaid. Liam was all in, and he never made any attempt to hide that from her friend.
"He doesn't," Ruby said with a shrug. "But damn if it won't be amazing letting him try."
"As if you aren't already trying," Emma joked and Ruby chuckled.
"What can I say? When you're right, you're right. I love that man. He's mine and I'm his and I'll be damned if we don't have our three babies that my visions and my dreams always promised."
"I wish I had those kinds of dreams," Anna said wistfully, and though Elsa nodded, Emma could see something in her best friend's eyes that hinted at something larger.
"Me too."
"You'll get there, Elsa. These nightmares will pass."
"You're having nightmares again?" Emma asked, surprised since this was the first she'd heard of it. She assumed Elsa's nightmares were a thing of the past. The reason for them had always presumably been Liam being out there searching for Killian, and when Liam found his way here, they had stopped.
"It's probably nothing, just unsettled stress. A lot has happened, and my brain is just catching up."
"And what exactly is your brain telling you while it catches up?" Emma pushed, waiting for Elsa to meet her eye and then confess to her.
"Well honestly it's hard to explain. The dreams are choppy and kind of manic."
"So kind of like the one's about Liam?" Emma clarified.
"Sort of, but they're worse. There's more anger and there's always this sense of hunting or being hunted. Sometimes I'm the prey and sometimes I'm the predator, but in the end it always ends the same, with my heart about to beat out of my chest, my body worked up in a cold sweat, and everything flashing to red."
"That's what I haven't been able to make out," Ruby said, and it was clear that she had previously interrogated Elsa thoroughly about these dreams. "I looked through my family's spells and journals, and Elsa looked through hers, but red is actually a pretty rare color when it comes to magic, and the sentiments around it are varied. Red birds in the trees are a sign of good luck and red soil a sign of new harvest, but then there's the obvious connotations too when it's something bad like this."
"Blood," Emma whispered. Elsa nodded.
"But it's brighter than blood. It's bold but terrible, heightened and horrifying. It's everywhere in the dreams. In the rivers, in the sunlight, in their eyes."
"They have red eyes?" Emma responded, her stomach sinking to new lows as her sense of foreboding built astronomically.
"Yes. They're like -,"
"Like Liam's at his breaking point, but scarlet and full."
"Yes," Elsa hedged, though the raising of her brow told Emma that she was perplexed at how she could know that. "But I've looked through all I could find in my family's archives and there's no accounts of shifters with eyes like that. The closest is a copper color for lions, but that' not what this is."
"No they're far less natural. Like you took red ink and exposed it to something chemical. I've never seen anything else like it."
"But Emma how did you…?"
"When I was attacked in Boston by that shifter, it had red eyes just like that, remember? I told you about it."
"You told me there were two wolves fighting over you," Elsa clarified, her face betraying the current wracking of her memory for some sort of lost clue. "You said they were giant and that there was one that was good and one bad. You said it was terrifying, but I don't remember anything about their eyes."
Was it possible that Emma had never mentioned the color of their eyes to Elsa? Looking back, it would have felt like a small detail to her when compared to everything else. She'd almost been killed by one giant wolf and then promptly saved by another. At the time Emma also felt like she was going crazy. She'd literally written it off as a mental break for years, so it stood to reason that maybe she might have let this detail slip by. But this detail, however tiny it might have seemed back then, was too big a similarity to be purely coincidental.
"Wait," Anna said, holding her hand up as she tried to catch up. "So what you're saying is a wolf had red eyes like Elsa's dream? But how could that be?"
"That's an excellent question," Emma admitted. "But I think the bigger question is how likely is it that these are only dreams and not actual visions?"
They all knew the answer to that, and with a quick agreement that this wasn't something that could wait, they all headed outside. Emma was eager to get this out there and see if maybe they could all figure this out. She had spoken before with Killian about that night, but maybe he had more insight into what was wrong with that other shifter. Was there something more than the eyes and the aggression? They needed to know, and they needed to know now.
As soon as she was out of the house, Killian's gaze found hers, and without a word she knew he was aware something was wrong. Her mind was open to his, and she read that he was concerned about Elsa's dreams, so she pushed to him that they were more than just dreams, and that as such this was a way bigger issue than a little lack of sleep.
"They're visions. Definitely visions," she said as she took comfort in his arms. It helped a lot to be with him, but Emma would be lying if she said she wasn't scared. Damn it! Were things always going to be like this? They get past one big battle just to trade it in for another?
"Aye, so it would seem," Killian said and his affirmation made Emma close her eyes. She wished she could go back to a few hours ago. Okay maybe not the wedding planning part, but definitely last night or early this morning. Things were so good. Why, oh why, did they have to get so wonky?
"So much for normal, huh?"
This time Killian didn't need to say any words aloud. He commiserated with her on a deeper level, keeping her wrapped up tight and pressing a kiss to her temple. It was soft and subtle, but it told Emma that he was here and here to stay, and whether life was normal or not, they would get through this just like they had everything before.
"Normal or not, what we need right now is the full story," Liam said, taking charge in a way Emma recognized as being similar to his brother. "If there are red-eyed shifters in our path somehow, we need everyone on the same page."
Emma agreed and the group of them all moved back to the patio where Emma's parents, her grandmother and Granny had remained. For a moment Emma felt a bit of guilt. Right now her family was laughing and happy, all of them smiling and looking really relaxed. Maybe it was lingering planning for the wedding, or just a pure moment of contentment, but whatever the reason for their joy, Emma was about to change that. They were all going to take that from them, and Emma wished that didn't have to be the case.
"They want to help, love, and I promise we'll all be back to that state very soon. We've a wedding coming up after all, and nothing, not storm, nor man, nor beast is going to keep us from that, all right?"
Emma nodded before whispering that she loved him and pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. She felt enough comfort from his promise to push forward, and though it broke her heart to see the moment when her parents and grandmother realized something was wrong, she persevered.
"Emma, honey, what's wrong?" her mother asked.
"Are you hurt?" her father echoed, immediately standing up and coming towards her.
"No, Dad I'm fine. But Elsa's been having some visions lately and we all need to be on our guard."
From there the explanation rolled out as best it could. Emma and Killian spoke candidly about the original attacks, knowing that everyone had varying levels of information about what had happened. Even Emma learned more than she had about Killian's perception on the other rogue and how the animal was possessed and totally transformed.
"There was no pushing through to his mind. No sense of self, no coherent thought," Killian explained, his face stony though Emma could tell the memory still rattled him all these years later. "The wolf was manic and brutal and clearly unhinged. I thought of Brennan, because it was the only other time that everything felt wrong about a fellow shifter, but it was different enough that I let it slide. His smell was foul up close, his manners were jerky and heightened. I remember wondering if shifters could get rabies as well as 'the bite', because that's the only think I could think to compare it to."
"I can't believe you both went through that," Emma's mother said, with tears in her eyes. She was no doubt still eaten up by the guilt of not being there for Emma all those years ago. They'd come to terms with this already, and spoken about it for the most part when Emma told them of Killian's shifter status, but it probably never got easier as a parent to hear that your child had been in real danger.
"I've never heard of a shifter acting like that," her father said, combing through his medical experience and the countless interactions he's had with shifters over the years. "Shifters are immune to rabies; they regenerate and heal so quickly that an outside parasite or virus never survives long enough for it to get too bad. The only real sickness I've heard of is the one that you've both seen."
Her father looked to Killian and Liam and it went without saying that the sickness in question was alpha sickness. For her part, Emma quietly considered the similarities. That rage and aggression, the want to attack when not actually provoked or threatened. It lined up in some ways, but she'd never seen someone with alpha sickness so out of control. Killian's stories and memories of his father showed a twisted soul, but the man ultimately had control over himself when he wanted to display it. For Liam too he wasn't so far gone as to have nothing left, but the wolf they had seen was anchorless, completely consumed with madness in a way that Emma had never experienced before.
"How similar was it to the bite, brother?" Liam asked, his voice clogged with his own twisting emotions.
"In your case? Not so similar. You always held onto who Liam was even with the beast inside. No, this wolf, was completely gone. Like the human and the shifter were erased. It was just animal – feral, primal, and unstoppable. The red of its eyes tells you that too – like the bloodlust of such a being physically cannot be concealed."
"David, do any shifter species you know of have red eyes?"
"We've run through the lists, Mary Margaret," Ruby said somberly. "Elsa and I each checked our family archives and there's nothing like this mentioned."
"Not to devalue the works of your family in any way, honey, but David has been doing this a long time and he has secrets and knowledge a coven of witches could go forever without ever amassing. Species of shifters long thought extinct, other paranormal who've kept their whole existence a secret, David has treated them and protected them all."
"Is this true, Dad?" Emma asked and her father nodded.
"It's true. I knew a lot as a hunter, but I know at least three times as much now. I probably have a grasp on any magic-adjacent species in the States. Now I'm sure you've ruled out mountain lions. You can rule out all the big cats, none of them are really all that red. Is there any chance they eyes are an auburn color? Dingo shifters have auburn eyes. It might explain why you thought it was a wolf."
"Dingos, like Australia?" Anna asked, temporarily forgetting the crisis at hand and giving into the curiosity they were all sensing.
"Yes, Anna. Remember this is America. We've got people and shifters from all over the world. The melting pot exists for all species."
Emma and Anna shared a look about how awesome that was, but unfortunately it wasn't the time, and even worse her father's insight hadn't actually given them any answers.
"They weren't auburn. They're scarlet red, and this was definitely a wolf."
"Well I'm sorry then, I don't have any knowledge of a color like that," David said sadly.
"But I might," Emma's grandmother replied, shocking everyone. "I've seen a shifter with eyes like that too."
"Where?" they all asked at once.
"Gold's compound."
"I'm sorry… what?" Ruby's shocked question pretty much summed up exactly how Emma felt at hearing this revelation.
"Gold had a shifter like that in his collection, with red eyes just like you're describing. I'm sure of it."
Ruth's expression took on a pained quality as she recalled the animal in question, and Emma's heart went out to her. It was hard to tell what exactly brought on the bad feelings. Was it related to this sickened shifter? Or was it all the unknown horror she'd experienced while in Gold's clutches? Emma didn't know for sure, but having had the pleasure of getting to know her grandmother recently, Emma knew of her profound empathy. While Ruth was likely suffering her own mental wounds at Gold's hands, it wouldn't be outlandish to think that she felt badly for not saving any other beings that might remain in the dark man's clutches.
"Mom, you don't have to talk about this," Emma's father said, knowing that it would be so difficult for his mother to go back to the headspace. She'd been trapped, and likely experimented on for years. It was invasive and wrong and terrible, but Ruth shook her head, looking determined to tell them all she knew.
"I appreciate you wanting to spare me, son, but if I can help protect this family, then that's exactly what I aim to do. What do you all want to know?"
"Anything," Killian said at the same time Elsa pleaded, "Everything."
"Okay then. Well it was quick, so there isn't too much to share, really. When I woke up, I struggled to put together what the hell was going on. I was in a room with a lot of trinkets and a lot of clutter, as I've told you all before, but amongst all the stuff, oh god, how do I put this delicately? There were, um… displays, I guess you could call them. Exhibits, maybe? All I know is Gold had taken the time to stage a lot of things, and it was clear I wasn't the only living being that was being held against my will. I was the only human though, at least the only recognizable one, but I saw a lot of things I didn't understand, and it scared me. I think it's because as a descendent of hunters I thought I already knew everything the world had to offer. I was in on the big secret, you know? There shouldn't have been more out there."
Emma watched her Dad holding his Mom's hand, offering her support. He swallowed harshly a number of times and it was clearly hard to hear this. It was hard for all of them, but as much as they never wanted to push before, her Grandmother's memories could be critical for figuring out what the hell these red eyed beasts even were.
"Eventually though I realized that something had happened. I wasn't supposed to be awake. I didn't know how long I'd been there, and all I could think was I had to get out. I immediately tried to focus on finding a door or an exit, but I knew Gold must have some sort of mechanisms in place to keep track of his treasures. I kept an eye out for motion sensors or obvious magical fields that might give me away, but I didn't see any. There were a couple of glowing items or ones that had strange energy if you got too close, so I just avoided them. I walked through this maze of stuff, and then when I got up and moved towards the door, I heard it. A low, menacing snarl that stopped me in my tracks.
"When I looked to the first real open space in the place I saw it – a huge bear, grizzly I think, but it could have just been brown. Either way, I panicked. I couldn't see any sort of bars separating us and then it charged at me, and all I could see was its glowing red eyes. I'd never seen a bear shifter before, though, so I didn't know if that was normal. I'd only seen wolves, coyotes, and the occasional mountain lion where I grew up. My brother, George, had mentioned bears before. He told me they were some of the strongest shifters in the world, and that a full-grown grizzly shifter could take down ten unsuspecting humans in under a minute."
"So how did you get away?" Emma asked, thinking of how terrifying that must have been. The wolf she saw was huge, but bears would be even larger, and with red eyes like that? She honestly couldn't understand how her grandmother could still be here.
"Right before it reached me, it hit a magical barrier, bouncing off of it hard. But what I noticed was the force field had the same red tint, but with almost a gold finish. It dissolved eventually, but I saw the depths of it and they were the same scarlet color as the eyes looking back at me."
"Do you think that means something?" Emma asked Ruby and Ruby nodded.
"Magic manifests in different colors, but most witches have a certain signature finish. The gold probably means Gold himself cast the spell. It would better explain his name for sure."
"But the magic itself was red. Is that common?" Emma asked and Ruby shook her head.
"No. I told you all before red is a rare color in the magical world. The only spells that are a deep and enduring red involve blood magic. Rituals, sacrifices, curses, that kind of thing. They manifest as a crimson color, but there are dark forces being used. The color comes from the blood needed for the magic itself, but from what I've read it's exactly how you've all described the eyes so far. God, now it all makes sense! The shifters with the red eyes must be cursed with some sort of magic. I've just never heard of any magic used on shifters like that and lasting long term. Shifters tend to have a lot of immunity to spells. It's like David talked about with illness. We don't stay cursed for long because our bodies flush whatever is harmful from our systems. It would have to be an insanely strong charm. Gold alone couldn't cast it."
"So what are you saying?" Killian asked and Ruby shook her head, like she was trying to sift through her thoughts in a way that made sense even to her.
"I'm saying that this is way bigger than we thought. If it's magic that's causing this, it would have to involve the power of dozens of witches."
"So there's a whole fleet of bad guys to take down right now, at least if we want to stop these cursed shifters?" Emma clarified, her fear and dread amplifying to an even higher degree.
"Not necessarily. Technically Gold could have taken the magic from other witches in one of his transactions. If he made a deal with a witch, he could collect their powers to use at his own discretion."
"Could he take magic from pixies or sprites, or is this just a witch to witch thing?" David asked and Ruby looked shocked before stuttering her reply.
"They still exist?" Emma watched her father nod. "Well then yes, technically any magic wielding being could be harvested. Dark magic like that is tricky though. It's dangerous and untethering. If Gold has managed to do that, he's so much more of a risk than any of us have ever known."
"Is that what you see though, Ruby? Because hearing all of this hasn't given me total clarity like it usually would," Elsa confessed. "Certain parts make sense – there's definitely magic tied into this somehow - but I feel like if Gold were so all-powerful I'd have sensed him. He's never been in the dreams, it's always just been the animals and me. I don't know… it just doesn't feel quite right."
Everyone took Elsa's words with all of the care and attention that they deserved. After all, Elsa was the vessel for any of their awareness of what might be coming their way. Her instincts were second to none, and Emma knew that even if it wasn't all adding up, she would always side with Elsa's gut over another theory. Still, it was best for all of them to be prepared for any scenario and to do everything they could to find out more.
The conversation continued with everyone trying to think of what they could do next. Who could they consult, and where could they look for answers? It was a tricky thing, but it seemed their only real lead for now was Gold. But before Emma could get pulled into the logistics of tracking him down, her phone rang, chiming out the sound of an incoming video call. Strange – nearly everyone she ever spoke with on the phone was here, but then Emma saw it was her little brother calling and she grew even more curious. He was coming home from camp in just a few more days and he didn't usually call her, especially not when there were activities keeping him and the other campers busy all day. Immediately she could sense something was wrong.
"Hi Neal, you doing ok?" Emma asked as the call connected, but when her brother's face appeared, she could tell he was troubled by something.
"I don't know, Emma. Something really weird just happened. Some random guy came up to me just now outside."
"Where are you, are you safe?" Emma asked before waving her parents over to her. When her Mother saw Emma's little brother on the screen, she grew immediately more agitated.
"I'm back in the main building again, in a room next to our robotics lab. I told my counselor I had to talk to you and she said it was okay to come in here for a few minutes."
"What happened?" Emma asked.
"Well, I was walking back from our room for our afternoon session with Jackson," Emma looked to her father who mouthed 'roommate' to her. "But then Jackson forgot his ipad and had to run back for it. I kept walking so I wouldn't be late, and a few moments later this older guy came up to me and just started talking. It was like he was waiting for me; he knew my name and everything."
"What did he try to talk to you about?"
"About you and me." She and Neal? What the hell?!
"What did he say exactly?" Her father asked and Neal recited the conversation back with authority.
"He said, 'I've wondered a long while what you would be like.' I told him I had to go because I got a bad feeling from him, but he stood in my path and wouldn't move. I was going to call for help or something, but there was suddenly no one around, and then he just kept talking. He said I was meant to be 'unyielding and unfailing,' that I should have been a 'true Nolan hunter if I wasn't what I was' whatever that means."
"Did he say anything else?" Emma asked, not following what they're being descended from hunters had to do with anything here. Gold knew of that obviously, because of the deal he made with her grandmother, but was that really relevant somehow?
"Yeah, he said that you and I were meant for so much more. Then he talked about my getting sick – I don't know exactly what he was getting at, it didn't all make sense. He was kind of talking in circles, and I didn't follow him at all. But the last thing he said was that you, Emma, were the last hope but that you made the wrong choice."
Emma was so frazzled as to all of this that she didn't know how to process anything that was said. Who the heck was this person? And most importantly, was it safe for Neal to stay there anymore? She didn't think so, and neither did her Dad who ducked into the house, coming out a moment later with his keys in hand after her Mom had taken over the call, trying to get details about what the man looked like.
"Neal, I want you to stay with your counselor no matter what. If that man comes back you call the police immediately. I'm coming to get you, I'll be there soon."
"Dad it's okay, I'm fine," her brother said, but Emma wasn't so sure. He looked really relieved at the thought of their Dad coming to get him.
"No, Neal, we're coming," Emma's mother confirmed. "I know it's a few days early, but it's for the best. Now please can you bring the phone to your counselor, I'd like to talk to her."
While her mother continued to talk to whoever was in charge at Neal's program, Emma and her father moved to the others. They were quickly filled in that there had been an incident, but Emma was surprised by her father's response to it all. "Killian, Liam, and Graham, I'd feel better if you all came with us."
"Are you sure, David? If it's Gold one of the girls should go," her grandmother offered. "Elsa or Ruby would be better able to track him."
"No, Mom. This isn't Gold. It's George."
"David, you can't possibly know that-,"
"Why do you think it's your Uncle?" Emma asked, ignoring her grandmother's protest because she knew it stemmed more from fear than any actual proof. All it took was one look in grandma Ruth's direction to know that the mention of her brother truly rattled her.
"It's the way he talked about the hunters. He used a closely guarded family phrase, one even you don't know, Mom. Gold wouldn't ever have access to that because they weren't even in your memories. It has to be George, and if he's come for my son, I need the strongest people with us, just in case."
"Okay, I told Neal's counselor there's been a family emergency and warned her that your Uncle might come back but that he's not a stable man."
"You knew it was him?" Emma asked and her mother nodded.
"He used the Nolan words."
Emma should have known that her father would never have secrets from her mother. Of course she knew everything, and Mary Maragert's memory was a great and powerful thing. But whatever her mother's many strengths may be, she was ill fit for the quarrel and Emma's father told her that, remaining adamant that she not come.
"You need to stay here, Mary Margaret."
"David, I am not staying here! We are going to get our son and that's that."
"No it isn't. I will get Neal, I promise you I will protect him from this, but I need to know you and Emma are safe. The house is prepared for a situation like this. I didn't know if he'd ever find us, but I planned it out just in case. We'll be back in just a few hours, but I can't -," her father's voice broke in anguish. "I can't risk you or Emma coming along for this. It's too dangerous."
Emma fully expected her mother to rebuke this request from her Dad, but there was no denying that David was doing everything in his power to protect them. Ultimately Emma trusted her Dad. If he said that her uncle was threatening, she believed him, and though she hated to stay behind and wait, she also knew that being there would make her a liability. She was still a new shifter and she was too close to this emotionally. And her mother, bright and capable as she may be, was human, with no training and no powers to fall back on.
"You bring our boy back to me, David. You bring him back, and you bring yourself back. There's no other option. This family will stay together, do you hear me?"
"Loud and clear," he replied, pulling Mary Margaret in for a quick kiss and sharing a silent moment with her. At the same time Killian took Emma's hand in his, drawing her attention back to him. Her heart leapt into her throat. She was worried about how dangerous this might be, but the look in his eyes was completely assured and steadfast.
"I'll be back before you even have chance to miss me," Killian whispered and Emma shook her head, fending off tears caused by her lingering anxiety.
"Not possible," she replied pulling him in by the cloth of his shirt. "Be safe, okay?"
"Always, love."
With a last gentle kiss, Emma watched her mate, her father, and the others leave, knowing that she wouldn't feel even a shred of peace until they were back again. Looking to Elsa and Ruby, she knew they felt similarly, but her mother was the one hurting the most. The tears Emma had tried to fight spilled over on her mother's cheeks, but Mary Margaret wiped them away quickly, unwilling to give into the riotous emotions. Emma did the only thing she could think to make it better, she hugged her Mom and made a promise of her own.
"It's going to be okay, Mom. I love you"
"I love you too, Emma. Always, always, always."
With that, there was nothing left to do but wait and trust that everything would be okay in the end, and in the meantime they all had many questions still to answer. With three new threats on the horizon and no way of knowing who or what might strike first, they were all at a standstill. That was debilitating, but it also motivated all of them to stand together and try to fight the only way they could – through scouring their memories and resources for clues.
….
Standing in the clearing he'd scoped out on the edge of this all-too-quaint town of Storybrooke, he couldn't help but feel like victory was already in his grasp. The plan was perfect and the stage was set. It was nearly time for resolution after so many years of waiting, and he grinned at the thought that the light and the hopeful magic surrounding this place would soon be extinguished. Gone were the days of peace and calm in this little town in Maine. A reckoning was here, and he would be the one to bring it.
The buzzing of his phone alerted him to the call he was awaiting. He hated these blasted things, but now and then they served their purpose. He answered without preface, only seeking one answer of any merit. "Is it done?"
"Yes. It went exactly as you said it would."
"Good."
Hanging up, he broke the phone into pieces and tossed it in the shallow waters of the river bed beside him. He had no use for it anymore. All he had to do was wait. A little more time and they'd be in the clear, a little more time and the moment he'd yearned for would truly arrive.
Waiting in the silence would phase many others, but he didn't think of them as he stood there in the quiet. They were nothing to him, lacking in vision and smarts and everything that made him worthy. It was him and him alone with the power and the brains to complete this. He may have made some deals along the way, but the glory of this would belong to him. The pride he felt at that was all he clung to, and he disregarded any past missteps that led him here. This was a war and not a battle, and thanks to the element of surprise, he was certain that this war was about to end decidedly in his favor.
"It's time," he said aloud finally, knowing no one could here him, save the monster in his keep. With assured movements he walked to the cage where the beast resided, looking the bear in the eyes with another wicked grin. "Find the girl and her companions. Spare none of them, and when that's over take the rest of the town as well."
With one last burst of locks and mechanisms, the bear was freed and looked liable to let out a loud roar and charge its master, but the collar that it wore restricted that urge. It compelled this animal to do what it was meant for, and with a last menacing look, the bear charged in the direction of the Nolans and their extended brood, destined to cause a destruction the likes that none of them had ever seen before.
Post- Note: I know that so many of you are going to be so mad at me for this cliff hanger and trust me, I am just as mad at myself! But there's so much that has to happen it can't all fit in one chapter. I PROMISE there will be resolution in the next installment, and I also promise that you'll forgive me in the end for this. However, truthfully I'm not fully sure when the next chapter will be published. It's so hectic right now with school and my traveling that I have still a little more writing and editing to do before I actually post. But please trust that I will do my best to get you the next chapter and put you all out of your misery ASAP. Thank you so much for reading and hope you'll tune in next time!