I thank all of you who reviewed. . Rhiannan Star- I don't usually picture Hunter as evil. That's why I picked this story plot, because it was sort of a challenge for me to make a perfectly good character, into an evil one-and vise-versa for Cal. As for the Wicca thing – I try to keep it based off of how Cate Tiernan portrayed it, but I've been part of that religion since I was really young, so it's hard to keep the real thing out of it. Alicia – all your questions will be answered in time, be patient. Saz 646 – I thought about that Tath  Meanma thing, and I was going to have it in the story, but then something accrued to me. – you'll find out what it was in this chap. I just hope I can do it with out going into Ciaran's POV. To every one else who reviewed – thank you for your comments, and here's the next chapter – if there are any more questions,  just ask.   

Chapter 7

I knew something was up with her. It was the only reason I scryed for her in the first place. Why I continued to watch her, I have no idea, and I probably never will, but what I saw, shocked me. She went over to his place. Giomanach. That name alone makes me want to hurl. Why would she go there, after all I told her. Something is up between them. I saw it in his eyes when he first laid eyes on Morgan. I cant help but think that she's in danger. There's some sort of shadow over her future, I sensed it last night when I was meditating. I have to protect her. It's not only my duty as a seeker to protect Morgan from him, it's my duty as…as her soul mate. Her muirn beatha dan.

Blessed be

Liam 

Morgan

"Wha…what are you saying?" I looked up to stare in the eyes of the man who was proclaiming to be my father, but what I found startled me. For the first time in my life, I saw myself staring back without looking in a mirror.

"You know exactly what I'm saying, Morgan. You see the same thing that I do. It would be impossible to miss, after you know what you are looking for. It is as obvious as day and night."

"But my birth certificate says that Angus--"

"The Birth certificate is wrong, Morgan. Maeve was really mad at me when you were born. She most likely didn't want me to know about you." Ciaran said. Through the look in his eyes, so much like my own, he was thinking about old memories, bad memories.

"Why would she not want you to know about me?" I felt Hunter's uneasiness the moment I asked the question.

"Maybe you two should be talking in private, do you want me to go?" Hunter asked, as Ciaran sighed and sat in a chair across from us. All the sudden I began to panic. Hunter wouldn't really leave me alone with a stranger, would he? I felt Hunter squeeze my hand giving me reassurance.

Ciaran looked at Hunter, and I could tell that they were talking. This is worse than if they were talking about me as if I wasn't there. At least I would know what they were saying, but right now I don't. Finally Ciaran spoke out. "Morgan, would you feel more comfortable if Hunter stayed here?"

I felt my eyebrows. What was the point of asking that question? They're witches, they can read my emotions. Cal does it all the time, so surely one of them can. "Why don't you tell me? You're the experienced witch here." I could feel Hunter trying not to laugh, and Ciaran scowling at him. Finally Hunter just shrugged and said, "She is new at this. It's amazing that she can even do that after just one month of training."   

"Your right," Ciaran said to Hunter, to me he said. "Your blocking your feelings right now, you have been ever since you came in here."

"You blocked your feelings when you put up that block at my front door. I didn't intend for you to put up such a strong one, but I figured it wouldn't do any harm." Hunter explained.

"Well, than yes, I would prefer Hunter to stay, if you don't mind, of course." Hunter held me close as he responded with his thick British accent. "Now why would I mind that?" he said, and then bent over to kiss me. I had completely forgotten about Ciaran until he cleared his throat.

"If the two of you don't mind, I think it would be best if you save that for latter. We have some matters to settle here." Hunter pulled away from me, but not far enough away to keep me out of his arms. I could almost feel him put up a barrier around me that would protect me from what I was about to hear, but what would be that bad?

After Ciaran saw that we were once again both listening to what he was saying, he went on with an explanation of the past, and the feud between him and my mother. "I remember when I first met your mother. When I went to her town for some coven business, I never expected that I would find my muirn beatha dan, but I did."

A couple of hours latter, the three of us were still sitting on the couch. Ciaran and Hunter both had tears in their eyes and I'm shamed to say that I was out right crying. After all my mother had gone through to get herself to America, she still dyed and at this man's hands. All the sudden, I remembered a dream that I had off and on over this past month, but now I realized that it wasn't a dream, but a memory of my mother.  

"She talked about you, when we were alone." I said, almost in a trance.

"Who did?" Ciaran asked.

"Maeve, when I was a baby. She told me that I had my father's eyes. So I guess that would be you since you're the only other person I've met that has my eyes." I felt anger boiling in me and I couldn't take it anymore. I was out of Hunter's arms and standing over Ciaran in a flash. I didn't even notice the balls of witch fire in my hands.

"Why?" I yelled. "Why did you have to kill her? She was young, and had her whole life ahead of her. Why did you rob me of my mother, of knowing who I am?" I through the fire balls at Ciaran, and watched as they his chest. Ciaran jolted on impact. As smoke came from the scorch marks on his shirt, Ciaran spoke.

"Morgan, I'm so sorry for what I've done, but nothing I say or do is going to take back my actions. I discovered that years ago. But please know that I wish to the goddess that Maeve would have told me about you. There's so much I could have taught you."

I fell to the floor trying to hold back tears, but too weak to stand. I felt Ciaran's hand go on my shoulder. "Morgan, please, this is hard for me too, but no where near as hard as it must be for you.--"

"This is all I can take for right now. I have to go." I got up and raced to the door before Ciaran could say anything more. I felt Hunter following me, but I didn't turn around until after I was already out the door. Hunter came out, but stopped a couple feet away from me.

"Morgan?" he said, a little hesitant. I knew what he was asking, and I nodded my head. He came up and wrapped his arms around me. "When you need someone to talk to, just call, and I'll come to you."

I nodded my head against his chest. "thanks." I mumbled. He lifted my chin up and kissed me lightly on the lips. "I know you don't want to hear it right now," Hunter said softly and earnestly looking directly into my eyes, "but Ciaran means you know harm. You're the product of the love between muirn beatha dans, and because of that, he'll always have some love for you. Remember that, Morgan."

I had nothing to say to Hunter's words. So I simply got in my car and drove home.

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That's short – and me soooo sorry

Hope you liked her reaction – I thought parts were a little random (ie – the kissing) but ya – review and I'll update – as u all know

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