Chapter 4

Hunter's POV –

Goddess, just her standing there, all innocent, with that flowing hair and those deep eyes...How was I going to break the news to her when the girl, the woman in front of me made my knees buckle everytime I saw, heard or thought about her, her white light, pure innocence, was emanating from her even as she ate her disgusting pop-tart and her Diet Coke...I wanted to just hold her in my arms and never let her go, I promised that I wouldn't hurt her but now...

"Hunter? Hunter? Hello! Were you even listening to what I was saying?" she asked grinning at me, her meaningful eyes laughing at me, yet showing a silent pain and... "Well, where are we going?" Now she asked slightly more seriously. Yes, I was certain that there was something wrong. Something was hurting inside of her, I could tell even without scanning her aura. "Yes my love, I'm not really sure, anywhere would be great, as long as I'm with you" I said, my words full to the brim with sincerity. "Is anything troubling you Morgan? You look kind of worried?" I asked taking her hands and placing them between mine. They felt cold and distant. I didn't know why I was getting this feeling, I'm sure nothing was wrong. I suddenly felt a shiver down my spine. What if Morgan could read my mind or sense my troubles? She was such a powerful witch yet even though she wasn't even initiated yet, I really wouldn't be surprised if she could. In the past few months I've seen her do much more.

"Hey, Hunter, don't worry, it really is nothing, I'll tell you when the time is right ok." I felt the eagerness in her voice. She wanted to tell me, but she couldn't.

"Ok, I'll let it go for now, but if it is something serious, please tell me. You know that I would do anything for you Morgan. I would die for you, I love you." I said this more fiercely than I'd intended but I needed to get my point across.

"Anyways, perhaps we should see a movie. Seeing as you would die for me, I'm sure a little chick flick wouldn't be too hard to bear." She said grinning again. Precious Morgan...

Morgan's POV - "Morgan, I uh, um, have something to tell you... um, well, yeah...please, come and sit, I'll um, um, make...tea." Hunter said this so icily; it sent a shiver down my spine. What could possibly be wrong? How could we both be having problems at the same time? I was going away and he was... what, cheating on me, he killed someone...what could possibly be wrong?

"Yeah, sure Hunter...what's going on?" "Just sit, my love, please?" He asked this almost pleadingly. When does Hunter plead? Almost never. I sat down on his old worn out leather couch. Almost all the furniture in his house was second hand since Sky and Hunter had never really planned on staying long in Widow's Vale. Each piece of furniture held some kind of mark to show the history of a previous owner. Someone had loved this couch. They probably thought it was pretty comfortable too. It was there when they got a divorce, when they first held their newborn child, when the bank declared that they were bankrupt, so many memories in a piece of wood and leather...

Hunter was not one for sugarcoating something. He went straight to the point. "Morgan, I love you, you are my muirn beatha dan, I never ever want to leave your side but the council is relocating me. I'm moving away Morgan. They're sending me to back to England, to London. I'm meant to get information on a new Amyranth cell that has supposedly been started up in the area."

I could see the pain in his eyes. Hunter had gone through so much in his life yet I felt as if this was killing him, eating away at him. That is why he had been so quiet after the movie. It took me a second or two to realise what he just said. "Hunterlondonenglandmovingawaygoingcomingoxfordbeingwithhimyes..." All these thought rushed through my brain, I could hardly process each thought. When finally I understood, I smiled. I had the feeling of relief that in my entire life would probably never be experienced again. I was awash with satisfaction, relief and happiness. My sad thoughts had dissipated into the air and I could breathe easy again knowing that everything was fine.

He looked at me strangely. I guess I would have looked like that if I had just told me that I was leaving me and I had that goofy grin on my face. "What's wrong?" he asked, clearly not understanding why I was like this.

"I'm moving too!!" I said eagerly. And then I explained the whole story to him. I sensed happiness and excitement clearly come over him. Everything was going to be fine I reminded myself again. Life could never be better.