A Wolf Among Witches
Disclaimer: I do not own Halo or Charmed in any way, shape or form, they belong to their respective owners.
Grudgematch: I'm glad and hope you enjoy this chapter too.
Edboy4926: Well Six, and I'm sure most of humanity from his time, do not take much solace in religion as a whole so once he learns about Whitelighters, Angels, and even the fact that God, who is hinted to be the ultimate power in the Charmed universe, exist and did nothing as humanity was nearly wiped out by the Covenant, he will not exactly be their biggest fan.
As for the magic side of things then He'll probably have a hard time trying to think of a logical reason behind it since he was raised on the principle of science. And yeah, the Covenant gods could be real...or maybe there could even be a few Sangheili, along with the other species of the Covenant, that have become Whitlighters...maybe even some Forerunners and Ancient Humans to boot.
Yangn33: It was for psychological reasons. He wants the criminals to know that someone is hunting them down and slaughtering them and it's only a matter of time until he finds them.
As for the armour that Six is wearing it's not Gen-3 but the Mark VII, which is IMO the best looking armour of the entire series, and vastly superior to the Mark V that he was wearing on Reach. And it might seem like overkill but considering that as time goes by, he'll have to deal with high-level demons and super natural creatures he'll need all the help he can get.
And you're right. The Glock wouldn't have broken through his shields, armour, or even the techsuit for that matter...but they didn't know that.
Master of the underworld: Thanks man, and Six will meet Piper and Prue in due time. Whether that'll be as Noble Six or his civilian persona is still be decided.
Not-so-british-brit: Appreciate the kind words and hope you enjoy this chapter as well.
: Glad you like it.
Azai Jin: Thanks, man. Glad you like the concept of the story. I mean I've tried a Fable x Charmed crossover so I thought that I would attempt a Halo version to see how it goes. Personally, I wasn't too happy with the first chapter since I was writing it from another perspective but glad you liked it enough to review.
As for the pairing at the moment it's still up for debate. It could be Six x Prue. Six x Phoebe. Six x Piper, or maybe I'll even try and make a Six x Prue x Piper x Phoebe pairing work. I mean I've seen two Naruto x Charmed crossovers do it so it's not out of the question.
Hellfire45: Then I really hope you like this next chapter.
Guest: You'll see glimpses of Dot's personality in this chapter which will be slightly different then it was on Reach. As for his house well, it won't be in this chapter but when I finally include it it'll be fitted with technology from the twenty-sixth century on the inside, though on the outside it'll look pretty ordinary not to draw attention.
The Family: I doubt they'll know what to think when they see the Mjolnir Power Armour.
Nikkles: Right now :)
Chapter 2.
Some time had passed at the Halliwell manor since Piper had dropped the bombshell that Phoebe was coming back home to live with them after spending the last six months in New York. As expected, Prue hadn't taken the news well, not just the fact that there was still animosity between the sisters but because Piper had known for the last two weeks kept her in the dark, worse she had lied to her.
Piper had done her best not to cower underneath her sisters glare, something she had inherited from their grandmother and seemed to have perfected, and justified herself by stating that if she had told her then they both knew that Prue would have put her foot down and refused to let Phoebe come home...not having a retort and ultimately knowing that she was right, Prue did exactly what Piper knew she would when refusing to admit she was wrong...she stormed off without a word.
Currently, Piper sat by the window and watched as the raindrops trickled down the glass as rain continued to pour across San Francisco, followed by flashes of lighting that lit up the street and roar of thunder that made her jump every time it caught her off guard as she waited for Phoebe to finally arrive.
She had no idea how long she had been sitting there and waiting for her baby sister to arrive, only that as more time passed the more worried she became. As far as she knew Phoebe didn't have any money, one of the reasons why she was coming back to live with them, meaning that it was unlikely that she had got distracted by a handsome smile and agreed to let them buy her a drink.
Then there was the fact that for the last year there had been a killer prowling the city that seemed to have a personal vendetta against the criminals that plagued San Francisco; specially rapists, child molesters, child beaters, wife-beaters, husband-beaters, sex traffickers, drug-dealers, and gangs were their chosen target. To that day the cops didn't know who was responsible behind the murders or the reasons for the killings...none of his victims lived long enough to find out; and the dead made for terrible witnesses.
The People of San Francisco were split down the middle regarding their actions. While some condemned him, asking what right did he have thinking he was above the law and could be judge, jury and executioner...while others commended his actions. Claiming that the city had never felt safer. That parents that had lost their children, husbands that had lost their wives and vice versa, men and women that were violated could rest easier knowing that their loved ones had been avenged.
Yet, if you kill a murderer the number of killers in the world stays the same.
But what happened if this vigilante, this righteous slayer, and protector of the innocent...urgh, even in her head that sounded ridiculously corny, eventually ran out of criminals to kill? What then? Would they simply pack it in or move away and start somewhere fresh...or would they start going after innocent people to satisfy their homicidal urges...and what if they already had?
What if he and the person that had been killing these women over the last few months were one and the same? It would make sense why the latter hadn't found and killed them if it were...and what if the reason that Phoebe still hadn't shown up was because they had seen Phoebe getting off the coach and picked her as their latest victim? The more she thought about it the more frightened she became for her sister's safety.
Piper was pulled from her inner monologue when Prue's voice echoed through the manner. "I don't get it!" she cried out in frustration. " There is no reason why this stupid chandelier shouldn't be working!" she raged as Piper got up from the window and walked into the next room to see Prue still working on the crystal chandelier.
"No luck?" Piper asked hoping to break the ice.
"Does it look like it?" Prue lashed out but quickly regretted it but like usual her pride refused to allow her to admit she was in the wrong. "Heard from her yet?" She asked quickly changing the subject as she climbed down from the stepladder.
"No," Piper stated shaking her head. "And I'm started to get worried. What if something happened to her?"
"Nothing's happened to her." Prue told her softly. While she might have still been angry with Phoebe, and for good reason, the last thing she wanted was for Piper to start freaking out. "The couch is just late or knowing her she got distracted and instead of phoning ahead she went out for the night."
"With what money?" Piper questioned her sister. "Phoebe's moving back with us because she broke." She informed her sharply. "And I know that you think she's a ditz and acts before she thinks..."
"I don't think, it's a fact."
"But she's not so inconsiderate that she wouldn't phone ahead to tell me she was going out so I wouldn't worry." Piper jumped to the defence of her baby sister, promptly ignoring Prue's snidey remark. "Something must have happened to her why else wouldn't she ring?"
"Would you stop panicking?" Prue complained noticing the signs of Piper about to go into mother hen mode. "She's fine..."
"You don't know that!" Piper cried out waving her arms for added effect. "She could be laying in a ditch somewhere..."
"Piper..."
"Or been dragged off somewhere..."
"Would you..."
" I knew I should have gone and picked her up." The young inspiring chef went off as she paced the room ignoring Prue. "Stupid, stupid, stupid. Who cares about getting a stupid job..."
"You do because it's your dream job." Prue stated sharply. " And secondly, we don't know if anything has happened to her. But like usual you always think the worst..."
"How can I not?" Piper retorted angrily. "There is a murderer on the loose that's killing women and that Vigilante..."
"The Vigilante?" Prue repeated with an amused look. "Don't tell me you believe that rubbish?"
"Of course, I do, and you should too!" Piper shouted as stopped her pacing and turned to face her with an irritated look. "Have you seen the news recently?! They're all the news is talking about!"
"Actually, all the news has been about is the people that have been killed recently..."
"That the vigilante murdered!" Piper abruptly cut Prue off.
"It's San Francisco, Piper. People are always being murdered. " Prue told her and winced when she saw the look that Piper sent her. "I didn't mean it like that...I'm just saying it's hearsay, baseless speculation. You know what the news is like. They make mountains out of molehills, anything to get people to tune in."
"It's more than baseless speculation." Piper insisted. "There have been eyewitness reports..."
"I wouldn't call the reports from traumatized victims compelling evidence, would you?" Prue asked crossing her arms across her bust. "You saw the interviews. How their attackers were supposedly pulled into the darkness and even up into the air by some unknown force."
"But they all insist that they were saved by a large figure wearing a cloak."
"They think they were saved by someone wearing a cloak. None of them could say for sure."
"Why're you so opposed to there being a vigilante in the city?" Piper asked the, in her opinion, stubborn architect.
"Because I live in the real world, Piper." Prue informed her younger sister. "And while you might love all that romantic drivel and swoon over the fact that there is a knight in shining armour protecting the innocent and fight for justice, I don't."
"And you wonder why you're still single." Piper muttered beneath her breath, unfortunately not quiet enough as she Prue rounded on her that if looks could kill her head would have exploded right then and there.
"What was that?!" Prue asked dangerously glaring daggers at Piper.
Thankfully Piper was spared from her sister's infamous temper, which she knew from personal experience could last for days...and that was being generous on her part, the phone started ringing, resonating throughout the manner and once again sparring her from Prue's wrath. Quickly excusing herself, Piper left the room and walked into the hall and over to the table where the phone was sitting.
"Hello?" Prue heard Piper say as she followed the latter into the hall and answered the phone. "Yes, this is Piper Halliwell speaking." She said as Prue crossed her arms across her chest and listened into the one-way conversation. She had no idea who was on the other end but knew it was one of two things. One it was another telemarketer ringing, despite the late hour, attempting to sell them something they didn't or would ever need...or it was someone ringing about Phoebe, specially someone that she had wronged somehow.
Whether that was that she had conned someone out of some money by flashing them a pretty smile and batted her eyelashes at them, tried to grab a free taxi, or done something stupid and been arrested by the police. While it probably like she was giving Phoebe a hard time, and she probably was, but in her opinion, she deserved it after what she had done to her.
"What?!" Prue was pulled from her thoughts regarding Phoebe when she heard Piper scared tone and saw her horrified expression. "Is she okay? Was she hurt?" A pit formed in Prue's stomach when she quickly caught on that something terrible had happened to Phoebe as she listened into the conversation and the fact that the colour drained from Piper's cheeks.
"Thank goodness." Piper sighed in relief. "
"Uh huh," she nodded. "What was she doing...doesn't matter. I'll be right there and thank you for calling." She thanked expressing her gratitude before hanging up and placing the phone back on the stand before turning around to face Prue who had an expecting look on her face as she tried to look as serious as always, but she could see through her act. Despite how angry she was at Phoebe that didn't mean that she wanted anything bad to happen to her.
"Well?" Prue asked crossing her arms over her chest expecting an answer pronto.
"Phoebe was attacked."
"What?!" Prue exclaimed, suddenly feeling terrible about everything she had thought and said about Phoebe. "Is she alright?"
"The Officer said she was fine, just a little shaken up." Piper informed her as she scrambled around for her car keys. "He really didn't go into detail only that they found Phoebe alone in the city and brought her back to the station."
"What was she doing alone in the city?" Prue asked. "I thought she was waiting at the bus stop for a taxi?"
"I don't know, Prue!" Piper snapped back as she brushed past her sister and moved briskly into the kitchen, missing the frown that formed of the eldest Halliwell's face. "Why do those keys always seem to vanish whenever I need them?!" she shouted as she looked around the entire manor for her keys, which as she said had seemed to grow a pair of legs and just wandered off.
"Will you take a deep breath and just calm down, Piper." Prue implored her sister. "Getting yourself worked up is going to help anyone."
"Calm down? Calm down?!" Piper shouted as she spun round to glare daggers at her older sister. "Phoebe was attacked, Prue! Maybe you don't care..."
"Of course I care!" Prue retorted angrily. While she might have been angry with Phoebe that didn't mean that she wanted anything to happen to her. "She's still my sister, regardless of how I may feel about her at the moment. But getting worked up isn't going to help her now, is it?"
"No." Piper concurred knowing that Prue was right. Still, her baby sister had been attacked and could have been killed and none of them would have been any the wiser as they waited for her to get back home. And the fact that it could have all been avoided had she gone and picked her up at the bus station formed a pit in her stomach.
"Besides, you said she was with the police meaning that Phoebe is in the safest place right now." Prue stated before turning around. "Now if you've finished getting yourself worked up." she added as she left the room and walked back out into the hallway to grab her coat. "Let's go."
"You're coming with me?" Piper asked as she followed after Prue.
"No." Prue said as she slipped on her coat and grabbed her keys which unlike Piper's were sitting in the bowl on the table next to the phone. "You're coming with me so grab your coat." she told her and watched as Piper hurried over to where her coat was hanging up and grimaced when she remembered that it was still soaked from the storm outside and grabbed a raincoat next to it. "With the state you're in you're likely to get yourself killed before you even reach the station."
"I'm not that bad." Piper shot back as she slipped the raincoat on.
"Sure you're not." Prue drawled rolling her eyes as she grabbed her own coat and slipped it on. "You ready?" She asked rhetorically despite already knowing the answer as she looked at her little sister. "Good let's go." She said as the two switched off the lights and left the house to go and pick up Phoebe from the station; both praying that she hadn't been too badly hurt.
Rain continued to pour across all of San Francisco and the surrounding areas as the mother of all storms battered the city and refused to let up. As lightning flashed across the night sky and breaking through the puerperal darkness a figure was spotted standing atop one of the numerous skyscrapers that were located throughout the city and staring down at the street below.
After dealing with the rapists that had, as the name suggested, tried to rape the young woman that had foolishly been walking through the city alone in the middle of the night when there was a killer that specially targeted women, and since the Police had arrived after Dot had called them anonymously and reported that the young woman had been attacked...even if technically she hadn't been hurt...at least not physically.
The emotional trauma she had endured from nearly being raped was another story. But from what he could tell she seemed like a strong girl, of course looks could be deceiving as she has just been trying to put on a brave face...especially since at the time she hadn't been sure whether or not he was going to kill her too; he had done many questionable things in his time, but he liked to think that he would never cross the line and murder civilians.
As for the criminals that plagued San Francisco, his base of operations for the time being and where he had decided to lay down roots...or at least his civilian persona had ever since he had found himself stranded there, it was open season.
"Six, I just intercepted a call to 911." A synthetic voice that had a distinct British accent said to the figure, who had been identified as Six, pulling him from his thoughts. "Another woman has been found murdered in her apartment." Behind the golden visor that the rain trickled down, their features were set like stone as they received the news.
"Where?" Six asked as coldly as the wintery rain of October. Despite not personally knowing the woman it felt personal to him. If her death was at all related to the other two women that had been murdered over the last six months then it was another woman that he had failed to save from the killer that was on the loose, one that had managed to elude him for months.
"The Talmadge." Dot, alternatively known as Auntie Dot, informed him. "It's located on the corner of 8th and Franklin. Placing it on your HUD." She said as an arrow appeared pointing him in the direction of the Talmadge.
"The Landlord has identified the woman as one Serena Fredrick." Dot stated an an imagine of the woman in question appeared at corner of his visor as he took a running jump off the building to cross the gap across the street and reach the other rooftop.
The woman in question had light medium blonde hair that was styled in a bob cut, light brown eyes, a gentle round face with typical California tan, smooth flawless skin, and if he had to make a rough estimate, he'd say that she was in her mid to late twenties. All in all, the woman could easily be described as attractive, some would say beautiful.
"Just like the last two victims." Lieutenant Spartan-B312, otherwise known as Noble Six, thought to himself as he jumped off another building extended his arm and fired the Grappleshot, a wrist mounted attachment that was connected to his forearm that shot out a grappling hook that connected into the building on the other side and repelled himself across and landed on the roof with a thump; thankfully being so high up and the fact that it was made from solid concrete no one heard him as he landed in the sitting water.
Alas, it was blondes' beauty that had no doubt gotten her killed. Just like with the previous two victims it was the woman's appeal that had without a doubt drew the killer's attention in the first place. Whether it was to get some cheap thrill, or the killer got a sense of power by charming and seducing these beautiful before murdering them was unclear...but he intended to find out.
"What do we know about the victim?" The Spartan-III commando questioned as he repeated his previous action and fired the Grappleshot to zipline across to another building and making sure to stay out of sight now that he was without his cloak. In hindsight he probably shouldn't have given it to the young woman he had saved earlier, but from how soaked her clothes were and the fact that the weather had started to turn colder now that the winter was upon them then here getting pneumonia was not out of the question.
"Surprisingly very little." The former Dumb A.I admitted as the Spartan jumped down from the rooftop and onto the building below and activated his thrusters to slow his decent. While he knew that he would easily survive the landing thanks to his reinforced bones, a ton of weight dropping down on the roof might be enough to send him through the building. "Born in 1971 to a David and Michell Fredricks, she had an idyllic childhood until her parents were murdered at a young age leaving her an orphan and placed inside an orphanage where she remained until she was of age."
"And the killer?" Six questioned as he landed on the rooftop and leapt across to another as he made his way through the city skyline making sure that he wasn't seen, and if he was, he was moving too fast for anyone to get a good description of him; and even if they did what would they say? That they saw something wreathed in thick black armour and using a grappling hook moving across the city faster than what should have been humanly possible?
"They were never caught if that's what you're asking." Dot informed him as he jumped off another building and used the Grappleshot to repel across to another building. "But looking over at the case notes there is one thing that I find peculiar."
"Hmm?"
"Well, Serena stayed quiet and refused to discuss what happened." Dot told the Spartan-III. "But an eyewitness came forth and claimed that she had seen the attacker launch what the reports claim was a ball of condensed energy and chucked it at her parents. The Police discounted the report and insisted it was nothing more than the ravings of a mad woman."
"I have to agree."
"As would I." Dot concurred as Six neared his destination. "But digging through the coroners reports both David and Michell bodies were found disintegrated. It wasn't until years later that technology had advanced enough that they managed to confirm that the residue left behind did in fact belong to them both."
"This going somewhere?"
"That maybe the woman's statement held some merit after all." She stated. "What weapons do you know in the late twentieth century that are capable of disintegrating someone? That sort of destructive capabilities will not be feasible for another few centuries...ignoring our presence here of course." She added highlighting the fact the two of them had access to technology that would seem like magic to the world if it ever got out.
It had been why he had been so careful not to bring out the big guns, as it were. Even something as ordinary and mundane as a holographic image would be seen as witchcraft if it ever got out.
"I'm sure there is a logical explanation." Six insisted as he started to slow down and stopped on the edge of the building that overlooked the Talmadge which looked pretty much deserted. The only sign that there were people inside of the building was the fact that the lights were on in most of the rooms.
"Well, if you do happen to find one do share." Dot said to him. "I'm still trying to piece together the evidence to solve this twenty-year mystery."
"You can do that later." The Spartan told her sharply as he crouched down on the edge and scoped the place out. "How long until the Police arrive?"
"I can do a million tasks at once, and we both know that is not an exaggeration." She stated bringing up the fact that her software had been greatly enhanced since the Fall of Reach and the conclusion of the Human-Covenant war. "And as I said I intercepted the call. The Police are not even aware that Miss Fredrick's has been murdered. The Landlord I spoke to assumed I was a Dispatch Operator."
"Good." The last thing he needed was for anyone to come along and interfere with his investigation; that and he doubted that the SFPD would take too kindly to him finally revealing himself to them. Knowing his luck, and the fact that he would come to the same conclusion, they would pin Serena's murder on him without sufficient evidence.
They had been gunning for him since he had first started killing the scum of the city weeks after he had arrived; and they were just looking for the opportunity to apprehend him and bring him in for his crimes...which was something he could not allow.
"Though I would suggest that you be quick." Auntie Dot advised her partner and friend. "While I can intercept the call and even slow down the traffic, there is nothing I can do to stop the landlord or the other guests from going into the nearest Police Station when they get sick of waiting for them to arrive."
"Noted." The Spartan acknowledged stiffly.
"You can reach her room covertly by using the fire escape on the far side of the building." Dot stated reading his mind as he thought on the best route to take to infiltrate the building silently and without drawing attention to himself. "Laying a waypoint now." She added as a new waypoint was added to his HUD and pointed in the direction of the fire escape.
Moving around the edge of the building and making sure to keep out of sight, Six extended his arm again and fired the Grappleshot to repel himself from the building he was standing on and over to the top of the Talmadge. Landing on the roof, he looked down at the fire escape. Jumping down and once again using his thrusters to slow his decent, he silently moved down wet, metal stairs and down towards Serena's apartment, making sure not to alert anyone of his presence.
Though all anyone really had to do was look outside to see a 6'9 mech moving down the stairs, and since it was pouring down it meant using his active camo was out of the question since the rain would just sit on it revealing the outline of his body to anyone that was looking.
Reaching the level and door to her apartment, Six took a quick peek inside to see that the room was empty aside from the body that could be seen laying on the ground in what looked to be the front room. Grabbing the handle, he slowly pushed open the door making sure not to make any noise before he ducked and twisted his body to get into the room; the Mjolnir Power Armour really wasn't made to manoeuvre through these cramped places.
Then again everything seemed smaller in that era. Not just the people but everything in general...but he digressed.
Stepping into the kitchen he did a quick scan of the room. It was humble, homely even with the bare essentials such as a fridge, a few cupboards, a sink, and a round kitchen table that was situated at the side with a vase of flowers. Within seconds you could tell that this was someone's home and not just a place where they lived...something the two of them didn't have in common.
Bypassing the kitchen, Six walked into the front room that like the kitchen was homely. There was a bookshelf with numerous books and tomes inside. A sofa that showed signs of being worn hence why there was a sheet covering it...that or she just thought it looked better with the sheet. There was a television and an old armchair sitting in the corner not too far away from where a bowl of food and water was sitting; seemed she owned a cat...that or she was feeding a stray.
Scattered across the floor were various objects that had fallen from what he already determined to be a struggle; and if there had been a struggle then that meant that the woman hadn't been stabbed from behind and in fact had seen her attacker and even tried to fight them off...or had been taken by surprise since she knew them personally.
Looking down at the victim, Six saw the terrified look in her eyes that refused to let up long after her death; it was a look he had seen countless times before in the Human-Covenant war. Crouching down, he got on one knee and rolled his fingers across her face and closed her eyelids to make it look like she was sleeping. It wasn't much but it was the least he could do for her.
Examining the body, he noticed tears in her black blouse. Lifting it up above her navel, he counted numerous stab wounds across her stomach. It hadn't been quick and painless; her final moments had been torture as she was stabbed to death with what looked to be the same double-bladed knife that the killer had used for the last two victims judging from the incisions...proving his suspicion that the murders were related.
And if they were then that meant that the weapon that had been used had been a athame. A ceremonial tool that dated back to the days when humanity still believed in Witchcraft and black magic. Thankfully humanity, both from this era and his own, had long forsaken the old ways...but there was still a fascination with magic more so than ever since that book about a wizard called Harry Potter had taken the world by storm.
Pulling her blouse back down, Six climbed to his feet when he noticed something in front of Serena's corpse. That being an alter that had numerous candles, most that were still burning, three white, three black, two green, and one red. There was a chalice of wine that hadn't been touched. A wand and an athame, though not the one that had been used to kill her, and a bowl filled with assorted herbs.
"The last two victims also had alters at their homes." Dot pointed out as Six inspected the alter that if he had to guess she had been using prior to her death. "It's possible that they could be connected to the killer."
"Could be." Six concurred as he started connecting the dots. In some sick, moronic way the killer might have thought that he was doing god's work by hunting down and killing these women that he perceived to be Witches simply because they had a fascination for occultism and believed that doing a ritual before bed would keep them safe...that or they were bored and simply wanted to indulge their own fantasies.
Regardless of the reasons, three innocent women had been murdered over some harmless foreplay, had been murdered because the killer had eluded his grasp for months...no more.
"There is something else that connects these women, Six." Dot's voice pulled the Spartan from his thoughts and back to reality. "I've been looking over their pasts from the last six months. Their digital footprint. Going through the cities security cameras anything that might connect these women."
"And?" Six asked impatiently.
"They all came into contact with this man." She continued as she brought the imagine of a handsome young man that had medium brown hair that was slicked back, dark brown eyes, and tanned skin. He didn't know what it was but something about him rubbed him the wrong way...and like Mendez had taught him. Trust your gut...because it's usually right.
"Meet Jeremy Barns." Dot revealed the name of the man. "A reporter for the San Francisco Chronical that had been in regular contact with the women before their demise."
"You're good, Dot." Six commented as he kept looking around the room, anything that would help him solve the case. "But you didn't just learn this."
"No, I didn't." She admitted to her partner. "I've had my suspicion on Mr Barns for a while now. Knowing one of the women meant nothing. Knowing two of them was a coincidence. But all three of them?"
"What was his relationship with them?" Six asked agreeing with Dot.
"From what I can tell romantic." She informed the Spartan. "And for someone that was romantically involved with each of these women he sure didn't spend a lot of time mourning them before moving onto his next conquest...nor does he have a probably being in a polygamous relationship."
"Meaning?"
"Meaning that while he was dating Serena Fredrick's he is also in another relationship with another woman. Whether she knows about it or not is another story."
"What's her name?" Six questioned, though it sounded more like an interrogation. If this Barns really was the killer that he had been looking for then he wasn't about to let her be murdered like the last three...furthermore she would be the perfect bait for drawing him out. If he found her then he would find him.
"Piper Halliwell."
Well, here is the next chapter to A Wolf Among Witches. I hoped you all enjoyed it and sorry about the long wait since I updated. Hopefully this chapter will make up for it.
Six has finally discovered that Jeremy could be the one behind the murders meaning that now the Warlock must contend with not only the Charmed Ones but also everyone's favourite Lone Wolf who is now hot on his trails.
We'll also have to wait and see how long it'll be until Six starts believing in magic and stops dismissing it as make believe as he tries to find a more logical reason behind the eyewitness's reports.