After Hunter's parents ran away, he started practicing Dark magick. In the book, he stopped after his brother died, and then he became a seeker. What if he didn't stop practicing dark magick, but instead he sought refuge from the Amyranth Coven, and became like a son to the one and only Ciaran MacEwan. This fallows pretty close to the series.

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Hunter's P.O.V:

I can't believe Ciaran is sending me here of all places. How does he expect me to find enough people to build a new Amyranth coven? He said that something was drawing him here, so I obeyed. I was to meet Selene Belltower so we could start our plan. I passed a sign that said 'Welcome to Widow's Vale!' I looked at the clock. 7 hours till my appointment with Selene. I guess I might as well go get my stuff into my new apartment some how I ended up taking a detour. I found my self outside of Widow's Vale High. There is someone in there, a powerful someone, but something was different. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, so I put my car into park, and waited.

It didn't take long for me to spot her. About ten minuets since they were on their lunch break. She was about two years younger than me. I cast a see-me-not spell and got out of the car to get a closer look. She was a blood witch. I could tell from the unusually strong vibe that was coming off of her, but something else was there too. What was it?

Goddess, she doesn't know that she is a witch? How can someone as powerful as that, not know what they are? As I got closer, something clicked. She looked a lot like someone I had seen before.

She turned my direction as if she could sense me. That is when I caught a glimpse of her eyes. I would know those eyes from anywhere, Ciaran's eyes, but how is that possible?

Then I remembered a picture I had once seen of a powerful witch from Belwicket. Maeve Riordan. That is who this girl reminds me of, an exact cross between Ciaran MacEwan and Maeve Riordan. A slight smile spread across my face as I realized who was standing in front of me, chatting away with her friend, and all of the power she must have. But it was quickly as I saw a familiar face walk up to Ciaran's daughter. (I must find out her name.) I held back the erg to tackle him and started for my car.

Cal Blair, son of Selene Belltower and Daniel Niall, my father. Cal was my half brother, I'm sorry to say. I had heard rumors that he had not fallowed his mother into practicing the dark arts. If that were the case, he might very well want to stop us. I was only able to hear one part of their conversation, but it was enough to at least find out her name. It is Morgan Rowland, and her friend's name is Bree Warren that is all I need to know for now, but eventually, I'm going to have to get her on my side, before Cal does. She belongs with Amyranth with her father, and me.

Morgan's P.O.V.

"Do you mind if we bring a friend to this party tonight?" Bree asked Cal. I'm still getting over the fact that Cal Blaire has come over to talk to us. I mean, in the first week of school, Cal became the most popular. And here he was talking to us about this party that he had invited us to. As he said yes and started talking to us some more, I noticed a glimmer of light shine off of his neck. There was a black leather string holding a pendant. The pendant was a five pointed star with a circle around it. It looked familiar for some reason, and I wandered if it had any meaning.

"Well, I guess I better get going. It was nice meeting you Morgan. I'll see you tonight." Cal said sticking his hand out to me. I shook it and said "nice to meet you too." He then put his hand over to Bree.

"And It was nice to meet you too Bree. Remember, you can bring anyone you so please."

"Thanks see you tonight." Bree said with her silkiest voice. Looks like she has her next target all planned out. That was the thing about Bree. She was beautiful enough to get any guy she wanted, unfortunately, she never seemed to stay in commitments for longer than three months. She was always finding some reason to break up. Robbie Gurevitch came over to us then. He was my other best friend was my other best friend. We were like a family of three. Robbie also had a major crush on Bree, but she never saw it. She just saw him as an older brother.

"Hey, what's up?" he asked as he sat down by us.

"You're going to a party with us tonight." I gave a laugh at her strictness, and at Robbie's stunned face.

"Luck for you, I'm free tonight." he said

"Actually, I think it should be luck for YOU." I whispered into his ear. We started talking about what we were going to do this weekend, but my mind kept slipping back to Cal Blair. He is so Beautiful with is tan skin and his dark curly hair, and his eyes. His eyes look like a tiger eye that my mom has on a necklace. That necklace he was wearing also slipped into my mind. I have to ask him what it means.