A/N: This chapter is in Hunter's POV… all will become clear

"What do you mean she just… Disappeared?" Katrina asked me for the hundredth time. I felt anger start to rise in my chest, and tried as hard as I could to quash it. I'd been here for years now, and not all member of Belwicket seemed to trust me, not completely. The tone Katrina had taken on felt rather accusing, as if she suspected me to have done something. I could understand her being suspicious of me when I had first arrived, and I had made allowances for that. But every now and again, it showed. And it was mainly her.

"She was in my arms." I repeated the already worn story. "She was laying in my arms… bleeding… and I was talking to her then she went all rigid and mouthed something. Then she just… wasn't there."

I knew how strange and unbelievable it sounded, even to a coven of blood-witches. People, even witches, didn't just vanish into thin air. It was impossible. Supposed to be impossible. And Morgan was, surely, one of the most powerful witches who has ever graced the earth. She, of anyone, shouldn't have been able to just… go.

Katrina shook her head, and I saw Keady wince. She knew how on edge I was by now.

"She can't have just gone!"

Moria was sitting silently on the sofa by herself while Katrina paced and Keady sat on the window seat. The atmosphere was growing steady more and more tense. You could have cut it with a knife, I thought bitterly.

Ignoring Katrina, I moved slowly over to Moria. As I sat down next to my daughter, I felt the space between us fade slightly. I hesitated before putting my arm around her.

"I'm frightened." She whispered to me.

"I know you are." I whispered back. She looked me in the eyes. I felt stronger. I had a daughter. "But we're going to get through this, Moria. You and me, together. We'll get her back."

Katrina stepped forward suddenly and snatched Moria up in her arms.

"I'll help you Moria."

I felt my eyes narrow. I knew that Katrina was her grandmother, but, no matter how long I had known it for, Moria was my daughter.

Moria suddenly struggled free.

"No. I have my Da."

I froze. Da? She had a Da?

Katrina looked as shocked as I felt. Looking amazingly put down, she moved back.

Still almost numb, I felt Moria put her arm around me this time.

"I've got my Da, and he's got me. We'll be fine."

Furious, Katrina stood up. Moria was a lot taller than her grandmother, so, now also standing, she had much more of an effect.

"He's not strong enough to be of any use." Katrina said through gritted teeth. Stung by her words, I went to answer, but Moria beat me to it.

"He's plenty strong enough. I think, Katrina, you should leave now. Neither of us wants anything nasty."

Katrina hesitated, then glared at me, and swept herself out of the house. I felt her anger as she walked down the road as evidently as I had while she'd been standing opposite me.

Keady turned and hugged Moria, and then, to yet more of my surprise, me in turn.

"I'm just down the road if you need me, for anything."

Moria thanked her and she saw herself out, the door closing with a gentle click behind her.

Turning to me, Moria smiled.

"Come on, Da." She held out her hand to me and I felt emotions run high in me. As tense as I was, I could almost see Morgan's smile.

Morgan.

I took her hand.

"Lets get to work."