Author's note~ I'm sorry it's so long. I went on a writing binge. Just bear with me. I'll try to keep it smaller next time.

A loud ringing awoke me. It was the phone. My psychic caller Id said, "Hunter". I got up and ran to the phone. "Hello Hunter" I answered trying not to sound tired.

"Hello Morgan, do you know what time it is?" he asked in a suggestive way.

"Actually. I don't." I yawned.

"It's seven on a Saturday night. Everyone's in the living room and I just wanted to call to make sure you weren't dead. Are you coming?" he sounded partially concerned but I also sensed a hint of irritation.

"Kithic meeting. I'm sorry! I came home and felt so tired. I was frustrated! I almost ran over that stupid cat with Das Boot but it got out of the way." I rambled.

"You almost hit the cat? You almost murdered a human being! What were you thinking?" his anger rose along with a tightness in my throat.

"Did your mouth start bleeding? Did your stomach stab with pain? I'm sick of living like a blind prisoner!" I croaked in a soft eager whisper. My senses cast and I could sense that no one was home. thank Goddess.

"Just remember. killing someone is pretty dark. You're afraid of turning towards dark magick, becoming some evil Woodbane like your father. Murder will make that fear existent." Hunter knew me so well. I knew he was right. I almost killed someone! Yes, that someone just happened to disguise himself or herself as a cat but I knew that it was indeed a person.

"You're right. I don't know what I was thinking. I'm just so aggravated." Tears rolled down my cheeks.

"You should come to the meeting tonight. It will be good for you. I'll just tell everyone that we're going to start a little late."

"Thanks. Hunter." The tears stopped.

"Yes?" he inquired.

"I love you." I said strongly sincere.

"I love you too." His English accent made it sound even better. We hung up and I got ready hurriedly. I slipped on a red blouse and a pair of black jeans. Found a piece of gum lying around, popped it in my mouth. Then I ran out to Das Boot and drove off.

When I got to Hunter's everyone sat waiting. "I'm sorry I'm so late." I stated. They all got to there feet a few giving me a smile. We got into a circle and did our usual thing. Then before we closed it up Hunter did something different.

"Considering events that have been going on I think that a protection chant might be a wise idea. Hold hands and repeat after me." His right hand grabbed my left and my right hand grabbed Bree's left hand. We started to move in a circle our breathing sounding like one universal breath.

"Goddess please protect us, your children." He pronounced boldly. We repeated.

"May your moonlit glow wash over us and bathe us in your protection." Again we repeated.

"So mote it be!" he finished.

"So mote it be!" we echoed.

Hunter closed the circle and then people slowly started to leave. Robbie and Bree were the last to go. Robbie held her close to him as they walked out the door. I was happy for them. My two best friends had found love in one another. I just hoped that Bree wouldn't hurt him in any way.

"Did you like the protection chant?" Hunter came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my unshapely waist.

I turned to face him, "as a matter of fact I did. Where did you find it?"

He grinned, "I didn't find it. I wrote it."

I gave him a gentle kiss, "Well, it was beautiful. Maybe we should write a spell together." I winked at him in a suggestive way.

"Sometime." he answered then leaned in to kiss me back. We couldn't rip away from one another. I banged him gently into the wall. He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. Suddenly, we heard a huge crash followed by a thump.

We pulled apart and my feet touched the floor again. I looked at the window next to the door only to see shattered pieces of glass all over the floor. A single stone sat on the floor in the middle of all the glass. On it was a symbol. Hagalaz. We stared at it wide- eyed. It means hail and hail is a destructive out of control force. It's symbolic of destructive forces of nature.

"Hagalaz." I whispered under my breath. I started to walk towards the mess. Hunter grabbed my arm and pulled me back.

"Morgan, it probably has a curse on it in addition to the rune. I'll contact the council and report everything that has been going on. Wake up my dad. He'll cleanse the area of any curses and then I'll sweep everything up." He explained everything thoroughly. All I could do in the end was nod. Hunter walked into the kitchen to make the phone call. With a sigh I walked up the stairs and knocked on Hunter's dad's bedroom door.

"Mr. Niall?" I said loud enough for him to hear. Then I heard some ruffling around and the door opened.

"Oh. hello Morgan. What's wrong?" his voice was scratchy.

"Yes. someone has thrown a cursed stone through the window. It's on the living room floor. Hunter wants you to cleanse the area."

It took him a while to wake up and get an understanding for what I had said. Finally he walked out and down the stairs, I followed lazily. He examined the area carefully. "Dark, very dark." He mumbled to himself before he started to cleanse the area.

I could hear Hunter talking on the phone. His words were unclear and eves' dropping was over rated. Mr. Niall didn't seem to need any assistance so I just sat down on the couch. Moments later Hunter came out of the kitchen and paced around.

"What's wrong?" I asked knowing that something was wrong.

He paused and then answered, "The Council believes that someone is out to get one of us."

I laughed dryly, "We knew that. What else? You're leaving something out!"

Hunter sat down next to me and folded his hands, "Ciaran is in the hospital. He passed out somehow. He's not doing too well on his own."

Ciaran, my birth father, was in the hospital. I wanted to see him. Now that he lacked his magick I wanted to see him. "Hunter, where is he? What hospital is he in?"