[A/n: Okay I've been feeling a bit bad for neglecting you guys and I really hope your still enjoying this story but I've been working non stop so SORRY =D I know I said at the beginning, it will be all in Hunters POV and I've been sliding a few of Morgan's POVs in but I can't move the story forward without doing so! Anyways keep reading and review my pretties!]
[Hunter's POV]
While I sat in car, I pulled out my lueg and scryed searching for Morgan, she was in her car, I felt a wave of mixed emotions, hurt, betrayal, grief and most of all at the minute – fear. Don't worry Morgan; I'm coming, I thought.
The Morgan in my image then looked around, she could feel me scrying, then she mouthed something to me, leave me alone, she said, then abruptly the image winked out.
With the few remaining traces I felt of Morgan from the scrying I cast out my senses to find where she was heading.
"The power sink!" I cried, why the hell was she heading there? I wondered, but not bothering to explore the possibilities, I drove off to find her.
[Morgan's POV]
"My Daughter, you have come a long way in such a short time. I wanted to share with you a gift that has given me so many pleasures"
I looked confused and he filled me in, "I'm talking about shape-shifting my child."
I gasped, "Shape shifting! Is that even possible?" I asked, "Well it's not very common, very few can accomplish it, I can, and I think that you also will be able to"
"Is it dangerous? Or... evil?"
"Its... frowned upon" Ciaran said waveringly, carefully choosing that last word so I would do it, but why not? I have the power to do it, why shouldn't I? Because Morgan, you're good, a good witch. I argued with myself, but then again, I probably won't be able to do it anyway; it's worth a try... but what if I do?
"Morgan?" Ciaran questioned, interrupting my confused thoughts, "Would you like to try?" before I could stop myself "Yes," I replied.
"Good!" My birth father grinned, now repeat after me...
[Hunter's POV]
Anything Ciaran wants Morgan for can't be good, she's in danger.
I pulled up just outside the old Methodist cemetery and cast my senses; all my nerve endings prickled, dark powerful magick had been worked here only moments ago... Oh Goddess, Morgan! Where are you?
I couldn't sense either of the in the area, that's when I heard the fierce howl of a wolf, two of them emerged from the bushes, they sniffed the air and looked at me, their prey...
Without making sudden movements I slowly edged backwards, but they slowly repeated my movements, deciding to make a break for it, I took off and ran away closely being followed by my hunters.
I tried loosing them in the woods, dodging in and out of the trees; I even tried to slow them down with witch fire, which didn't work. They soon had me cornered.
I caught the eyes of the smaller wolf, they seemed to shine out and reach within me... only one person could do that, no, it can't be, can it? "Morgan?" I said softly.
The wolf raised it head in recognition, it was her! The larger wolf, who I now assumed was Ciaran, growled as if he was saying, eat him or I will, "Morgan, I know you're in there" I said still trying to get through to her. Morgan's Wolf form appeared to sort of, melt down and become Morgan again.
Halfway into Morgan's transition, Ciaran lunged for me, Morgan's head swivelled to face him and he paused and stopped dead and shrunk back, When Morgan was fully Morgan again I wrapped my overcoat around her naked body.
The Ciaran Wolf was still frozen in its spot, "What's going on?" I asked her, "I learned his true name when we were... changing, he's bound. What do you want me to do with him?"
I looked at Ciaran, then down at my beloved, "What do you want us to do with him?"
"Just get him out of my sight," she sighed and headed off to my car but kept Ciaran under his spell, I sent a message to the nearest council member to come and pick him up and caught Morgan up as we sat in the car while we waited for the council.
"I chose good Hunter," she smiled, "I knew it always" I told her and held her close.