"Dad you can't." I begged, trying and failing to rip my arm from his grasp. "You can't take him away from me. Please." I was crying, digging my heals in the snow, and practically throwing myself to the floor.

He growled at me and opened the door to his red jeep, throwing me inside the backseat and shutting it, sure to lock the baby lock. I tried to get out the other side, but he was there, waiting for me. He slammed it shut and locked it with the child lock.

He got to the front seat and shut his own door, locking the car. "Everly I don't want to do this, but I will. I am."

I sat in the back seat, my eyes red from crying and my breaths shallow and sporadic. "Dad, don't kill him. I'll never forgive you. I'll run away, I'll never come back."

He shrugged. "Never is a long time. This is a small world." He turned around to face me in the back seat, his face wild and angry. "A Hunted, Everly. A HUNTED!? Do you even understand what you've done!? How long I have tried to protect you and... and you repay me by dating a Hunted? You're a disgrace to your species and to your family."

I did something no person has ever lived to tell about. I punched my father in the face, broke his nose, and jumped into the front seat.

He grabbed my ankle, pulling me back into the car just as I unlocked the front door. I had to get to Colin. I had too. I couldn't let him die because I made the wrong decisions.

Suddenly, my dad let go. I turned and saw Dallas pulling my dad back, his fists held in front of him.

"Go with Uncle Kas, I'll watch dad!" Dallas yelled, his voice a cautious reassurance that someone still cared about my happiness. He hadn't left yet.

I blinked and sprinted out of the car, a safe haven of brisk Canada air washed over me. "Uncle Kas!?" I yelled as he grabbed my wrist. "Stop! Just let me—"

"I'm on your side." He said sternly and let go of my wrist. "I'm a terrible Uncle, I'm a terrible father. If I do this, maybe I can have a piece or a shot at redemption."

I didn't understand if he really wanted redemption or if this was really just a façade so he could kill Colin, but I had to trust him. I didn't have another choice. It was either trust him, or run from my father. And... I wouldn't be able to run very far.

Uncle Kasparov handed me a phone. "Call Sisca, tell her to meet us at the Canada/Montana border, she'll know where I'm talking about."

I did as he was told as we got back into dad's jeep, Dallas holding my father back as well as he could. It was a losing battle. And who knew what would happen to Dallas after I left. Where was Clay?

Both would be stranded here until they could get another car, that meant dad could do whatever he wanted to Dallas. I've never seen my father this angry, not in all my years of living. I had no clue how he'd react.

And what about Clay? What is going to happen when he returns and my father realizes that Clay knew all along?

I didn't have time to think any further, Uncle Kas swung the car out of the driveway, sliding and slipping on the black ice beneath us. But Uncle Kas has lived for quite some time and knew some tricks.

We were off within seconds, and not a second too soon. Dad escaped Dallas's grip, chasing the car down.

Uncle Kas tried to drive faster, speed ahead of my dad, but we were on snow so thick we weren't even touching the ground.

Luck must have been on my side for a single moment, because dad slipped, falling into the snow. The car got traction and we sped off into the night, a flurry of flakes behind us.

I heard my dad's vast screams of anger before they were drowned out, we were too far to hear them.

I closed my eyes and wiped my face, knowing it wasn't a good idea to cry in front of Uncle Kaspar. He hated tears.

"Did you call Sisca?" He asked, turning a sharp corner too fast and flipped us up on two wheels, sliding forward. The car stayed true, however, and went back on all four. That was a miracle in this top-heavy Jeep.

I shook my head and scrambled for the phone, calling the mysterious woman. I had never heard the name before.

The phone rang for almost a second when she answered. "Well if isn't Mr. Dawn. What can I do for you?" She was perky, much too perky for me.

"Actually... it isn't Mr. Dawn. I'm his niece, Everly. We need your help." I said pleadingly, hating how small I sounded.

She made a distressed noise on the other end, her voice southern and drawn out. "What can I do for you young lady?"

She was far too southern to live in Canada. Her accent reminded me of Arkansas or Oklahoma, somewhere exotic like Texas. I could barely understand her.

I blinked my eyes, trusting my Uncle. "Can you meet us at the Montana/Canadian border?" I asked quickly. There's no way we'd be able to wait that long for her to get there. She had to live in the south.

She huffed out. "Is it an emergency? I'm right in the middle of somethin' here." I listened in the background, something was rattling and clanking.

"Yes. It's an emergency." I still didn't understand how she could help, if she was as far south as I thought she was, there was nothing she could do.

"Okay well in that case I'm already here. Do you want me to bring you here too?" She asked, cautiously.

"No. I hate witchy teleporting." Uncle Kaspar yelled, his voice loud and constricted in the car. "Plus I have to make a pit-stop."

"There he is! The old man himself. Where are you, might I ask?" A witch. She was a witch. I should've seen that sooner. Way sooner. So much for Hunter like deduction skills.

"Ottawa!" Uncle Kasp yelled.

To save my ears, I put the phone on speaker. Maybe now Uncle Kas wouldn't burst my eardrums.

"Holy cow, I'm not sitting at Roosville's freezing border, waiting for you to get your ancient ass over here." She didn't sound mad at all, she was laughing in fact.

Uncle Kas narrowed his eyes and tried to hide a small smile. "Sisca, I have to stop somewhere first and then you can teleport us there."

She hummed and agreed, hanging up without a single goodbye.

I tossed the phone into Uncle Kas's lap and leaned against the cold window, my eyes tired but my mind fully awake.

My life was bursting at the seams. Dad hated me. Colin was in danger. Konrad was risen. And Kas was being... unusually nice.

"Why are you helping me?" I asked, not looking at him when I spoke. I knew it couldn't have been because he wanted too. Kasparov Dawn didn't do anything unless it benefited him. This, did not benefit him.

He shrugged. "Two reasons. You're my niece, Everly. And when I saw you crying, you looked like Constance. You guys look so much like your grandmother. Unlike the rest of us. And I guess... I just kind of miss her being your age. She's strong and smart and... so are you. You guys don't need us. I'm the oldest Hunter in the world now and I've realized... you've made me realize... that I'm scared."

I leaned up, my head whirring and spinning. "Of what?"

"Felix isn't above me. And I've always disagreed with some of his laws and now... I'm still upholding them? I'm scared that I won't change. I have the power now. I'm the King of the Hunters." He bit his lip and shrugged. "I just want to use that to my advantage. And as first declaration I declare that all the species can intertwine." He smiled brightly, his teeth straight from a Colgate commercial.

I found myself chuckling. "So this is you trying to abuse your powers."

He burst out laughing, looking at the road with bright eyes. I hadn't seen him this happy in a long time. It was nice. I liked this side of him. "Well, when you put it that way... still yes." I had seen him happy like this very few moments, two of those moments were when Dallas got his first kill and the second was in photos of him with my Aunt Wren. Wren was his wife.

I slapped his arm lightly, chuckling alongside him. "What's the second reason?"

"I just really like war. The world is too boring now and over-populated. Everyone needs a good war now and then." He shot me a deadly grin. "C'mon, tell me this isn't the most fun you've had in ages."

Memories of my spine breaking, the crow claws digging into my skin, Becker's aging face, splintered across my vision in fragments. "Not really."

He frowned and looked at me. "What happened on your trip to Sovereign?" I never said it was on my way to Sovereign, but familial bonds as a Supernatural always were stronger. Plus, where else could my pain have originated?

I explained to him everything, everything from my visions of Konrad to the real encounter. At times in my story, he gripped the wheel so hard I was scared he'd break it off. At other times, he just looked sad. He looked sad when I mentioned Becker or Constance.

I finished up and he shook his head. "You should've beat him up."

I rolled my eyes. "Oh yeah. Totally. Me? Beat up Konrad?"

He flipped on the blinker as he took a turn, away from the highway. "No, Becker. He wouldn't kill you." He turned into a driveway, a mansion like house with white columns and statued lions stood proudly behind the black gate we were parked at. "You could've knocked some sense into him." Uncle Kas whistled through his teeth. "Been a good while since I've been here and let me say... it hasn't changed."

I didn't recognize any of it. Not the lions, not the gate, not the house. "Where are we?" I really had to get out of America more.

He rolled down the window, the howling winds crying through the opening, and typed in a passcode. The gate swung open with a loud creak. "Becker's house."

I widened my eyes. "His... house? Don't you mean his mansion. How does he afford this? This is INSANE!"

He drove through the gate and up a steep hill, parking in a round driveway in front of massive steps. Two grand doors were at the top, glass and gold like Gatsby's mansion.

"Supernatural Court pays him. A lot. Plus this is mostly all inherited. His mom was Polyphema Partain, a loved and respected woman. She had billions of dollars worth of gold brought to her when she was young. People worshiped her like a God and they gave her shiny things. They turned into artifacts that Becker sold at auctions. He has... a lot of money Everly." Kas parked the car and took the key out. "Plus... he owns businesses here and there. He has investments and... never buys anything because he's a powerful witch."

We stepped out and I gasped at the mansion in front of me. It was old, I saw that. But Becker had definitely had some renovations done to it.

"He lives in Canada? I didn't know that. I didn't even know he had a house to be honest here Uncle Kas." I admitted, astonished by this part of Becker that I didn't know. Maybe Kasparov wasn't wrong when he said he knew Becker better than me.

Uncle Kas began walking up the steps, eyeing the house like it was his biggest menace. "I hate the cold, you know that. I only live in Canada to check on Becker. To check on this house." I never learned why Uncle Kas hated the cold, I mean it's not like he could feel it.

We came to a stop at the door, my breath clouding in the air. I didn't feel like I should be here. This was Becker's home. "This is so... glorious. And... showy. How come Becker lives here?" He wasn't like that.

Uncle Kaspar turned to overlook the empty lawn that I'm sure was green and luscious over summer. He pointed to a spot on the concrete where it was stained with something. "His mother was killed right there. This is her house. This is his fath— Konrad's house. Becker never moved because this is his home. He wasn't going to let Konrad ruin that for him."

He turned back to the door and opened it, the door unlocked. We walked through, the house dark and void.

A grand staircase crescendoed to the second floor in the middle of the lobby. The floor was almost like glass, shiny but not reflective. The ceiling domed in painted glass, a picture of a woman who looked too familiar. Her hair was brown, the color of Becker's. I couldn't really see her face because the colors had washed out, but I knew that that was Polyphema. That was Becker's mom.

I turned and Kas motioned for me to follow him. I did, my spine tingling. Something was off. Something was wrong. Call it Hunter's intuition.

"Why are we here? We're not supposed to be here, I can feel it." I asked, reluctantly following him.

We walked into a large kitchen, an island with fresh fruit in a bowl stood in the middle. Pans hung over head, shining. Dirty dishes clambered in the sink, fighting for room.

Kas went to the cabinets and began looking around for something, digging and slamming doors.

I looked around the kitchen, my eyes wandering. I moved my hand over the counter, and jumped on top to sit.

I saw the fruit and thought about taking one when it hit me. "Hey Uncle, how long do you think it's been since Becker has been here?" I asked, watching him set four different spices on the island counter. None of them had names.

He shrugged. "Months." He set a herb on the counter and froze. "The fruits are fresh." He noted what I did too.

"And nothing is dusty." I added, sliding off the counter. I went to grab my dagger, only to find that I didn't have it."

I inched closer to Uncle Kasparov. "What are you looking for?"

"I was getting herbs to make a potion." He said and grabbed two more bottles from the cabinet, quietly shutting it.

He grabbed a reusable Walmart bag from the side of the fridge and swiped all the canisters into it, handing me the bag. He palmed his own dagger, the number of kills on it much larger than most.

"Run." He said, and we took off towards the main doors.

The lights slammed on and Konrad stood in front of us, his deep red hair how I imagined Satan's would be. He smiled like Lucifer too, menacingly and evil.

"Kasparov Mathew Aleksei Sasha Dawn." He held out his hand. "What a pleasure to see you again. Or would you prefer a good ol' Russian greeting?"

Uncle Kasparov chuckled. "It really was funny tricking you into thinking that I couldn't speak any other language besides Russian." He dropped his smile. "Everly get behind me."

Konrad blinked his eyes confusingly. "How are you still alive." He peeked at me.

"I'm a Dawn. It takes a lot more than Birds to kill me." I stood next to Uncle Kas, tall and proud. No hiding.

"BECKER! Your father is here!" Konrad yelled and behind him, a hollow figure emerged from nothing.

Becker looked even older. Graying tips, wrinkled eyes. There was no youthfulness to him. "You shouldn't be here— you can't be here!" Becker yelled and made worried eye contact with me.

"But he is." I spun and saw a starry-eyed Constance. "Have you come to save me, father? Win me back?" I couldn't believe Constance was working for Konrad. But here she was, in all her wickedness.

Kasparov seemed proud of her though. "You're an adult. You make your own decisions." He replied to her.

She looked Kasparov up and down, sadness filling her eyes. Was she upset for her father or that he was here but not for her?

She nodded, hiding her feelings once again. "You're very right."

Konrad clapped his hands together. "I've given you both many opportunities to join me. You more than most, Kasparov. Join me, won't you? Many already have."

Uncle Kasp spit on Konrad's face and Konrad wiped it off disgustedly. "Take them to the others. Lock them up. They'll come in handy eventually." Konrad turned and walked away.

But he didn't get far before things went south.

Constance reached for her father, and he elbowed her in the nose, causing blood to run down her face.

She stumbled back, running into the island. "You shouldn't have done that." She was fire and ice, burning trees and blizzards.

She popped her knuckles and the fight began. They were just blurs, they had punches and kicks that I couldn't pin point. My eyes were fast but they were faster.

Constance suddenly had Kaspar in a head lock, his face was calm however. He pulled his leg back and pulled her down, sending her to the ground by the back of her knee.

He tossed me the keys in the middle of the battle and I caught them, not understanding why I had them. He was driving me back, right?

Kasparov pushed Constance into the island and swung her head down, but she was prepared even after the crack in the marble.

She grabbed a kitchen knife from its hold and stabbed backwards, the knife embedding itself into Uncle Kas's collarbone. He took a step back and peeled it from his skin. He dropped it on the ground and rushed forward.

They threw punches back and forth. Something snapped and Constance screamed as her dad punched her shoulder, knocking it out of place.

She dug her fingers in his knife wound until he elbowed her again, her jaw cracking.

But she had something he didn't. "I'm sorry dad!" She screamed and Becker ran from behind Kasparov, shoving a Hunter's blade deep into his chest.

I screamed as the blade tip pointed from Kas's chest, blood drizzling down. Lotus poison straight to his heart, there was no healing from that.

I ran to him, but Becker caught my arms. I turned and tried to punch him but he held my arms to my side too tightly.

Tears ran down my face as Uncle Kasparov sunk to the ground, his body lifeless and empty.

Constance kicked him over with her foot and Uncle Kas used his last energy to pull something from his pocket.

A picture and a phone. He slid me the phone and held Constance's hand. "From you mother." His hand slid out of hers and he shut his eyes, his head falling to the side.

She looked down and from here I could see an old picture, Becker, Constance, Uncle Kas, and Aunt Wren. It was black and white, sad quality. But it was all of them.

She looked at me and grabbed the phone as her long legs carried her. She bent to my level, her eyes cat-like and stressed. Pieces of her hair turned grey. "Run. Tell everyone that my dad... has fallen."

I screamed at her, my yells making her flinch. She put the phone in my pocket, but my anger was too driven to even care that she was helping.

I was angry because Kasparov Dawn was dead.