Chapter One; Sgàth
"Mary K!! Come up here!!!" I called. As I rummaged through my closet, I heard her running up the stairs and into my room.
"What's wrong??" she asked, out of breath. I gave up on my clothes and whined to her about my problems.
"I don't know what to wear, and I'm meeting Hunter in fifteen minutes!!" I looked at her helplessly. "Help??" She smiled.
"I know just the thing!" She exclaimed, and she ran through the bathroom, which joined our two rooms together, into her room. She soon came back with an armful of clothes. "Here," she said. "This is perfect!!" Mary K handed me a pair of her dark blue low cut jeans, and her black halter.
"Um, Mary K, look at me. I totally don't have a figure to wear this." She shook her head, but it was true. I was 18 years old (today was my birthday), and I had hardly any hips, and barely anything up top. I was starting to show a little up top, but it wasn't enough.
"Trust me on this Morgan," she said smiling as I put the jeans on. "Hunter will love it." She left the room, as I continued changing and thinking of Hunter.
Hunter Niall was a blood witch like me, and the leader of our coven, Kithic. I couldn't stand being away from him. As I was looking at myself in the mirror, deciding whether to leave my hair down or keep it up in a braid, I must have been too wrapped up in myself, that I couldn't sense Hunter standing in my doorway.
"You look great!" He smiled, and walked over to me. I smiled back at him, and wrapped my arms around his neck.
"Thanks, you look absolutely marvelous!" I said. In no time at all, I felt his warm lips against mine. His hands running down my back and down my sides. I felt my cheeks go pink with desire and heat.
"So, where to??" I asked. Hunter grinned, and laughed quietly.
"It's your birthday, you decide." It's true, it was my birthday, and I was a year older. I smiled, and nodded. Soon after, memories started coming back. I shut my eyes, replaying them in my mind.
I could hardly believe that it's already been a year that I've been introduced to Wicca. It all started with Cal Blaire, my old boyfriend. He made me believe that we'd be together forever. He tore Bree and me apart. He also tried to kill me by locking me up in a pool house and setting it on fire. Then he had sacrificed his life for mine, by jumping in front of witch fire his mom, Selene Belltower, had tried to kill me with. Then I met Hunter, and everything change. I met my true father, Ciaran, and formed a new coven, Kithic. I even found that Hunter was my true muirn beatha dan, and nothing would ever change that.
"Well, you're taking me out, so it's up to you." I said. Hunter laughed, and his eyes gleamed as he did so.
"This is very childish. I'm taking you to 'Sorentino's', is that okay??" I smiled, and quickly kissed him, amazed at my own boldness.
"It's perfect!!" Not to long after that, we were at Sorentino's, and sitting in my favorite booth. I ordered my favorite Italian dish, spaghetti and meatballs with some Caesar salad and garlic bread on the side, and some chamomile tea. As I cooled my tea down with a spell Selene taught me, Hunter reached over the table, and took my hand.
"Morgan, I want you to know that I love you." I smiled.
"I know Hunter. I always knew." Hunters green eyes stared into mine, and a piece of his light blond hair fell over his eyes. It grew, I thought, his hair has gotten longer.
"The point is, Morgan, I never want us to be apart. You're my muirn beatha dan." He smiled, a smile I never saw before. It was then that I noticed he had a small wrapped up box in his left hand. "Morgan, I want you to have this." He handed me the box.
"Hunter, you shouldn't have," I said. I took the box from him, and began to open it. Inside, was a beautiful gold bracelet. My mouth fell open. I picked it up, and noticed that there was an inscription on the gold plate.
"To my muirn beatha dan, love Hunter" I read aloud. "Oh Hunter!!" I slid over beside him, and kissed him. "I love it, and I love you too!!" Hunter smiled, as the waitress brought over the bill, and he paid for our meals. Hunter turned to me and smiled.
"Let's go!" He grabbed my hand, and led me outside.
In no time, we were back at my house. He and I sat in his roomy truck, without saying anything. That's when the porch light turned on.
"Morgan, honey?? Is that you??" It was mom. Perfect timing, I thought sarcastically. Hunter turned to face me.
"I guess you better go." I slid over to him. I wished this night would never end.
"I guess I should." He leaned over me, and kissed me. I could feel his hand on the back of my neck. I raised my hand, and placed it on his cheek. Oh Hunter, I thought; If only this moment would never end. A voice soon interrupted our moment.
"Morgan??" Like before, it was mom. I pulled away from Hunter.
"I better go. I'll call you tomorrow," I said. I thanked him again for the bracelet and got out of the truck. The night was perfect, if only it never had to end.
I awoke the next morning to Mary K screaming my name. It was Thursday, 1 day after my birthday. As usual, I took my shower, and decided to leave my hair down this time. I walked down stairs, and was surprised to see Hunter at the table.
"Mornin' sleepy head!" His crisp English accent made my eyes fly open. I smiled, and grabbed a Diet Coke out of the fridge.
"Hey! Want one??" I asked, pointing to my soda. Hunter shook his head, and Mary K ran into the room.
"Hey Morgan!" She glanced at my wrist. "Whoa!! What a beautiful bracelet!! Did you?" She asked, turning to Hunter. He smiled, and nodded. I took a seat beside him, and I could feel Hunter had something to tell me. Uneasy vibes were all around.
"Uh, Mary K, can you go start the car?? I'll be out in a few." She smiled, and walked out of the kitchen. When she was fully outside, I turned to Hunter and kissed him.
"I had a great time last night." I said, taking another drink of my pop.
"I did too." Something was wrong. I could sense it. "Morgan, there's something I have to tell you." I nodded, as to tell him to keep going. "Morgan…" he paused.
"Hunter, can you please hurry??" I said, getting up, and taking my diet coke with me. "I have to go to school." I was nearing the door when I heard his voice. What he said brought back memories. Bad ones, and good.
"He's back Morgan. Cal's back."
"Mary K!! Come up here!!!" I called. As I rummaged through my closet, I heard her running up the stairs and into my room.
"What's wrong??" she asked, out of breath. I gave up on my clothes and whined to her about my problems.
"I don't know what to wear, and I'm meeting Hunter in fifteen minutes!!" I looked at her helplessly. "Help??" She smiled.
"I know just the thing!" She exclaimed, and she ran through the bathroom, which joined our two rooms together, into her room. She soon came back with an armful of clothes. "Here," she said. "This is perfect!!" Mary K handed me a pair of her dark blue low cut jeans, and her black halter.
"Um, Mary K, look at me. I totally don't have a figure to wear this." She shook her head, but it was true. I was 18 years old (today was my birthday), and I had hardly any hips, and barely anything up top. I was starting to show a little up top, but it wasn't enough.
"Trust me on this Morgan," she said smiling as I put the jeans on. "Hunter will love it." She left the room, as I continued changing and thinking of Hunter.
Hunter Niall was a blood witch like me, and the leader of our coven, Kithic. I couldn't stand being away from him. As I was looking at myself in the mirror, deciding whether to leave my hair down or keep it up in a braid, I must have been too wrapped up in myself, that I couldn't sense Hunter standing in my doorway.
"You look great!" He smiled, and walked over to me. I smiled back at him, and wrapped my arms around his neck.
"Thanks, you look absolutely marvelous!" I said. In no time at all, I felt his warm lips against mine. His hands running down my back and down my sides. I felt my cheeks go pink with desire and heat.
"So, where to??" I asked. Hunter grinned, and laughed quietly.
"It's your birthday, you decide." It's true, it was my birthday, and I was a year older. I smiled, and nodded. Soon after, memories started coming back. I shut my eyes, replaying them in my mind.
I could hardly believe that it's already been a year that I've been introduced to Wicca. It all started with Cal Blaire, my old boyfriend. He made me believe that we'd be together forever. He tore Bree and me apart. He also tried to kill me by locking me up in a pool house and setting it on fire. Then he had sacrificed his life for mine, by jumping in front of witch fire his mom, Selene Belltower, had tried to kill me with. Then I met Hunter, and everything change. I met my true father, Ciaran, and formed a new coven, Kithic. I even found that Hunter was my true muirn beatha dan, and nothing would ever change that.
"Well, you're taking me out, so it's up to you." I said. Hunter laughed, and his eyes gleamed as he did so.
"This is very childish. I'm taking you to 'Sorentino's', is that okay??" I smiled, and quickly kissed him, amazed at my own boldness.
"It's perfect!!" Not to long after that, we were at Sorentino's, and sitting in my favorite booth. I ordered my favorite Italian dish, spaghetti and meatballs with some Caesar salad and garlic bread on the side, and some chamomile tea. As I cooled my tea down with a spell Selene taught me, Hunter reached over the table, and took my hand.
"Morgan, I want you to know that I love you." I smiled.
"I know Hunter. I always knew." Hunters green eyes stared into mine, and a piece of his light blond hair fell over his eyes. It grew, I thought, his hair has gotten longer.
"The point is, Morgan, I never want us to be apart. You're my muirn beatha dan." He smiled, a smile I never saw before. It was then that I noticed he had a small wrapped up box in his left hand. "Morgan, I want you to have this." He handed me the box.
"Hunter, you shouldn't have," I said. I took the box from him, and began to open it. Inside, was a beautiful gold bracelet. My mouth fell open. I picked it up, and noticed that there was an inscription on the gold plate.
"To my muirn beatha dan, love Hunter" I read aloud. "Oh Hunter!!" I slid over beside him, and kissed him. "I love it, and I love you too!!" Hunter smiled, as the waitress brought over the bill, and he paid for our meals. Hunter turned to me and smiled.
"Let's go!" He grabbed my hand, and led me outside.
In no time, we were back at my house. He and I sat in his roomy truck, without saying anything. That's when the porch light turned on.
"Morgan, honey?? Is that you??" It was mom. Perfect timing, I thought sarcastically. Hunter turned to face me.
"I guess you better go." I slid over to him. I wished this night would never end.
"I guess I should." He leaned over me, and kissed me. I could feel his hand on the back of my neck. I raised my hand, and placed it on his cheek. Oh Hunter, I thought; If only this moment would never end. A voice soon interrupted our moment.
"Morgan??" Like before, it was mom. I pulled away from Hunter.
"I better go. I'll call you tomorrow," I said. I thanked him again for the bracelet and got out of the truck. The night was perfect, if only it never had to end.
I awoke the next morning to Mary K screaming my name. It was Thursday, 1 day after my birthday. As usual, I took my shower, and decided to leave my hair down this time. I walked down stairs, and was surprised to see Hunter at the table.
"Mornin' sleepy head!" His crisp English accent made my eyes fly open. I smiled, and grabbed a Diet Coke out of the fridge.
"Hey! Want one??" I asked, pointing to my soda. Hunter shook his head, and Mary K ran into the room.
"Hey Morgan!" She glanced at my wrist. "Whoa!! What a beautiful bracelet!! Did you?" She asked, turning to Hunter. He smiled, and nodded. I took a seat beside him, and I could feel Hunter had something to tell me. Uneasy vibes were all around.
"Uh, Mary K, can you go start the car?? I'll be out in a few." She smiled, and walked out of the kitchen. When she was fully outside, I turned to Hunter and kissed him.
"I had a great time last night." I said, taking another drink of my pop.
"I did too." Something was wrong. I could sense it. "Morgan, there's something I have to tell you." I nodded, as to tell him to keep going. "Morgan…" he paused.
"Hunter, can you please hurry??" I said, getting up, and taking my diet coke with me. "I have to go to school." I was nearing the door when I heard his voice. What he said brought back memories. Bad ones, and good.
"He's back Morgan. Cal's back."