My son is in danger; I can feel it. And he's not the only one. Morgan and their child are also in peril. I know Magach can feel It, too though he chooses to be blind to it. Sgath is his son, I know. But I cannot help but feel that he is the reason I am so worried. He hates Giomanach and Giomanach him, and they both love Morgan. I fear that by the end of this only one of Magach's sons will be left and Morgan will be in pain either outcome.
---Loinnear

Hunter's POV:

I sat up, looking around for Morgan. She was nowhere to be found. Where was I, I had no memory of this place. The room was bare with walls that were thick and layered with spells and runes of secrecy, confusion, captivity, and the majority of them were dark magick. There were no windows, and the only furniture was the rickety cot that was less comfortable than any floor. I thanked the Goddess for magesight: there was no light.

Goddess, where was Morgan? She had just been asleep in my arms next to me just an. . . was it an hour, day, or ten minutes ago?

"You're finally awake." Cal's voice echoed from the corner of the room.

I lunged at him. What if he had hurt my love in some way? "What the hell did you do to Morgan?"

"Leighalaghniata, stop."

I froze. "I know your true name and you are to do as I say." He glared at me with a look of triumph.

Morgan was the main thing on my mind. He'd hurt her through this. "What did you do to Morgan?"

"I haven't done anything to her. . . yet." I saw his smirk even in the darkness. "But, if you mean if I've hurt her, No. And I'm not going to. This is more of a revenge on you for taking her from me."

"She doesn't love you, she loves me." I was sure of that.

He shook his head. "Morgan is avoiding the inevitable, our destiny together. But, she made it clear that she would continue to do so. I love her, and I have found only one way to make her love me again."

No, Goddess, let this be some nightmare. Let me wake up beside Morgan. "Which is?"

"Like this. Annial nathrac, aernan sil, loch mairn, loch hollen, sil beitha. . ." I stared at Cal in fear as he said my true name in his chant. My shoulders jerked forward.

Cal was changing in front of me. His skin and hair lost their darkness and his eyes were changing from gold to green. I blinked. When my eyes opened, I was face to face with myself in different clothes. I knew his plan. He looked at my---his hands and smirked at me.

"You see? You are not to contact Morgan, ever or anyone else." My true name worked to his benefit again. "And if you want to see her you will be disguised as me. Morgan won't want anything to do with you as me, so you won't be able to persuade her of anything at all. But if you do change into me, it will be dark magick and you would have to be stripped of your powers. Amyranth will see to that."

Morgan, please see through him, please. That was the only way for her and our daughter to be safe. I shook from my anger; if he hurt either of them he would die.

"One more thing, you are not to use your magick in any way." The corner of his mouth twitched, and Cal walked out of the room.

Goddess, what if he hurt Morgan? He'd hurt Moira through that, and what of Morgan's pregnancy? Cal didn't know that she was carrying my child. When he finds out, which he will because Morgan has only about another month before she starts to really show, he'll be furious. Cal might try and kill Moira. All this because of me.

A man from Amyranth came in, he looked familiar: like a snake. Now I remembered. He was one of the shape shifters from Manhattan that had tried to kill Morgan. I raised my hand to throw a ball of witch fire at him, but my true name prohibited it. The man murmured some words, and I realized that yet again I was in a binding spell. He hit me over the back of the head and I blacked out.

Morgan came toward me, smiling. What was she doing here? "Darling?" I shook my head but bent it to look at her. Morgan was against me now. "Shhh." She put her finger to my lips. I fell silent. Morgan went on her tiptoes to kiss me. She laughed when we broke apart. I pulled her into me to kiss her again but she pushed away from me. "Morgan, what's wrong?" She studied my face evenly. "My love?" She smiled again.
Morgan turned her back to me and walked to my bedroom. I followed. She placed a baby in my arms. I looked into the child's face. She had my eyes and skin.
"Moira," I whispered. Morgan looked at me, smiling. We kissed over our child. I looked back down at Moira. She had turned cold and had stopped wriggling in my arms. Morgan was crying.
"Morgan, No. Morgan, I didn't." She glared hatefully at me. "Morgan, please." She backed away from me.
Cal came into the bedroom. He went to Morgan and put his arms around her. She buried her face in his chest, like she always did with me when she was scared or crying.
"Morgan! Morgan, Please!" I was yelling, but she didn't seem to hear me.

I woke up still yelling my love's name. The nightmare had been so real, so close. I could've sworn that I had felt Morgan's lips on mine, the cold body in my arms that had been my daughter.

Morgan is the only woman I love and would ever love. What if I never saw her again? I would go mad. Moira. My daughter was already precious to me. All I can do is hope that she'll be as perfect as her mother, I thought. Let her have a better life than her parents, a life without pain.

Yesterday I had felt like Morgan and I had had nowhere near enough time together. It was almost like we had been apart for a lifetime and were making up for all the time we had lost. The love we shared was undescribable, it was passionate yet tender. I felt my heart break as I closed my eyes. I saw Morgan crying, and I cried with her.

ChAnGe To MoRgAn'S pOv: (the afternoon/night before)

Hunter was asleep in the bed, looking intent as always. I felt that familiar feeling in my heart, the one I always got when Hunter was around.

I climbed into next to him, making him grumble in his sleep a little. I smiled and scooted closer to my boyfriend.

"Morgan?" He opened his eyes.

"Sorry, I didn't want to wake you up."

He gave me a quirky smile. "There's no way I can go back to sleep now." Hunter rolled over on top of me, yanking the covers up.

"Hunter!" I was laughing.

"What my love?" The corners of his eyes crinkled with a grin. He rubbed his nose against mine. "What?" he asked teasingly. We were both smiling as we kissed.

We separated, and his eyes changed. They were filled with passion and clear longing, and I was lost in the green. My hand reached up to stroke his face. I knew every shape, every scar, every feature, but I still felt like I needed to know him more. He closed his eyes, leaning into my hand. He felt it too.

My fingers reached his lips. "Morgan," he said in a whisper.

I was too lost in him to speak. Our heads were close, and we brushed each other's skin with our lips.

"Darling. I need to make love to you," he said tenderly. Hunter took my hand from his cheek and pressed it to his lips.

I wrapped my hand around a part of his shirt near the neck, pulling him down to me. His hands were moving all over my body, feeling me everywhere. I wanted to cry out but could not tear myself away from our kiss. He yanked off my shirt, breaking apart from me only for a split-second. Hunter kissed down the front of my body to my jeans. I moaned with pleasure. He pulled me sitting into him, our mouths still locked. I felt him undo my bra, letting his fingertips slide over my back, shoulders, and breasts.

I moved to kiss his shoulder and neck. We fell back to the bed, with me on top. I pushed myself down to his chest, kissing the lines of his muscles. We clasped tighter to each other, rolling around on the bed naked.

We stopped finally, staring into each other's eyes, breathing hard, and sweating. Our arms were still wrapped fiercely around each other.

"Hunter," I said breathlessly.

He nodded in answer, unable to speak. "I love you."

"I love you," I whispered. My hands slid from around his back to touch his chest. He tightened his grip on me, pulling me as close as we could get to each other.

I was safe in his strong arms. My eyes closed in bliss and love as he stroked my face, neck, and breasts.

# Two men walked into the room, dragging Hunter. He looked weak and unkempt. They lay him on a stone table and left. I tried to run to his side, help him but couldn't move. Cal came in, closely followed by Ciaran. Cal smirked at Hunter then turned to Ciaran. "Are you ready?" Ciaran nodded. Cal put a hand over Hunter's chest, chanting words that brought chills to my spine. Lights of magick came out, and his back arched in agony. His scream broke my heart, I cried and yelled for them to stop. Cal smiled as the last of the light came out and he transferred it all to Ciaran. Hunter wasn't moving and his eyes were open, unblinking. I heard a baby's wail from another room. They laughed cruelly. "Hunter! No!" I screamed again. My vision became blurred, and I returned to darkness.#

"Morgan wake up! Darling wake up!" Hunter was shaking me by the shoulders with a death grip.

My eyes opened. I saw his beautiful eyes filled with worry and pain. "Hunter." My voice was thick with tears. He curled his arms around me, pulling me shaking into his lap. My hands were constantly making fists against his bare skin.

"Shh, my love," he held me close to him. I buried my face into his chest, sobbing. "You wouldn't wake up. Don't ever do that to me again," he pleaded. He was crying silently.

"I'm sorry, love." I brought my head up, though I was still in tears. Hunter kissed my tears away.

He held me closer. "Are you alright?"

I shook my head weakly. "I had. . . another nightmare."

Hunter pulled me back to look into my eyes. "Tell me. What happened?" His voice was stern and in control. Back to seeker mode, I thought.

I started to explain, but my tears choked me. I pressed my face back into his chest. Hunter screaming in agony, his eyes open, lifeless. The baby's scream in the distance. "I can't." Was all I could manage.

"My darling, you must tell me."

I took his hand and pressed it flat against my temple. Hunter let out a long breath and entered my mind. The dream had been so real, and now it was coming back to me. I pushed against Hunter to remind myself he was alive, we were safe, Moira was safe.

"Oh, my love." He rocked me back and forth in his arms.

"Moira?"

"What?"

I pushed away from him. "Do you think Moira's ok?"

"Lie down."

I lay back on the pillow with Hunter's arm behind me. He slipped his hand onto my stomach, casting his senses into me. He smiled suddenly.

"What? Is she alright?" I was worried.

"She's gotten bigger since you told me." He stroked my growing belly.

I forced a smile. My daughter was fine. "Hunter?"

He didn't respond. Hunter left his hand on my stomach and put his head on the pillow near my neck and shoulder. I could feel his warm breath. It relaxed me somewhat.

"I love you Morgan. I promise that I will be here with you and Moira, no matter what happens. I swear it on my life."

I closed my eyes. "I love you, Hunter."

Sky knocked on the door. "Dinner's ready."

Hunter didn't move; he just held me. "Let's get dressed Hunter." I started to get up.

He got out of the bed before me and helped me up. "Do you want me to bring your dinner up?"

"No, I'm better," I lied.

He saw through me. "Morgan."

"Hunter, please. It's ok." He glanced at me again before gathering my clothes and giving them to me.

Hunter looked around. "Ah, bloody hell." I looked up. "Where's my underwear?"

I laughed. "You always have that problem."

He glared at me affectionately. Hunter pulled his boxers on, and sat down on the bed beside me. I caught him off guard with a kiss, making him laugh.

"You going to get dressed?"

He grinned deviously. "In a bit." Hunter bent his head and nuzzled my neck. "Hey," I laughed. He opened his mouth a little on my neck and tickled me with his tongue. "Hunter." He could hardly take me seriously because of my laughter.

"Hmm?" He rested his head on my shoulder.

"Get dressed," I commanded lovingly.

"Fine." Hunter started to get up when I felt that same feeling. A burst of love? It was more than that. Endless devotion, love, and a feeling that we could never be close enough or have enough time together. I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him hard. Hunter was surprised but pulled me close until I was almost on top of him.

"I'm sorry," I said when we came up for air. We were both breathing hard.

"For what, my love?" He stroked my face and hair.

I don't know. "Anything I've ever done to hurt you." I had to apologize, but for what?

"My darling, I have more to apologize to you than you do to me." He rested his forehead against mine.

I pressed closer to him, feeling his hard muscle. I brushed my fingers along his chest. What would become of us?

A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in a while. Tell me what you think of the story so far please. R&R