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Hunter paced around the large living room, Killian, Alwyn and Sky were sat on the oversized leather couch following his incessant pacing with their gazes.

"She should have been back by now" "Calm down Hunter, she'll be fine" Sky tried to assure him, "Well where is she? She's not answering her messages but I know she's not, dead… I would know, I would sense it" "She's my little sister man, calm down she can handle herself" Killian said as he put his arm over Alwyn's shoulders.

All of a sudden the front door blew open and Morgan strode into the living room.

"Morgan! Where have you been? What happened?" Hunter asked "Places to be people to see" Morgan shrugged, Hunter could tell something was off. "What happened to you?" he asked in a more solemn tone of voice. Killian's eyes searched Morgan's "Da got through to her" he said "Oh Morgan!" Hunter breathed

Morgan just grinned, "Hunter, I love you, but if we're not gonna see eye to eye then what is the point?" Hunter began to speak but Morgan cut him off before he could start "Oh well, later!" she said breezing out of the door, they listened helplessly as they heard her car pull away and drive off.

"What the hell just happened?" Sky demanded Hunter sunk to his knees, unable to form words, he opened his mouth and closed it a couple of times and hung his head resting his face into his hands, Alwyn knelt beside him and rubbed his shoulder. "It'll be okay Hunter, things will work out, Morgan will be back. We just have to think, what could we do to bring her back to us?"

Morgan was lying on her new king size bed at her father's rather fabulous mansion, it was at the edge of town hidden under layers of magickal protection.

"Morgan? Will you come with me?" Ciaran asked daring take a step into her chambers. Morgan looked up expectantly, waiting for more of an explanation.

"There are people downstairs here wanting to meet with you, more factions of the Amyranth coven have arrived. And the seers are here" "Okay," She hoped off the bed and followed her father downstairs, she sure didn't miss this.

She followed him into the large circle room where no less than 60 people were stood around in black robes talking among each other. As soon as she walked in all heads turned to face her, some she recognised from the Amyranth branch her dad lead.

Two of the members made the way to the front of the coven, neither of them Morgan recognised. One was a black woman, the other a tall fair man with silver hair, they both looked deep into Morgan's eyes. The woman said something in French and the man nodded "She's strong McEwan" He told Ciaran, he was French and spoke with a strong accent but had a good use of English, "She'll serve us well, especially if what we saw in our visions were true."

Ciaran nodded his approval, and looked proudly upon his daughter. "Now, for a test. We know Morgan has amazing powers, we know she's powerful enough to control the dark wave, not needing long, time wasting, rituals to prepare for it, she'll be able to focus its power into exactly what we want them to do not what it wants." The silver haired man said "We'll need to start the spell and Morgan will need to finish it and bind the wave to herself." Ciaran smiled broadly "Doesn't that sound great Morgan?" The hunger of power was enough to make Morgan drool, but she kept cool, "Yeah, it'll be even better if people stopped talking at me and planning my life out for me"

Ignoring her remarks the silver haired man pressed on "McEwan, what's been set in motion?" "We have begun preparations for our next target, the River wide coven in Wales. Rumour has it they've discovered how to dispel the dark wave and they're working on the spell craft. They should know by now the cause of all the negative energy and bad luck hanging around them, so we should act quickly before they finish it." Ciaran informed him, The Sliver haired guy nodded, "Lets form a circle. We must begin the binding. Then tomorrow we can strike." Morgan rolled her eyes. She loved working dark magick but all this heavy destruction of other covens was really morbid, but the job came with the powers so she was obliged to do so.

She was glad to be herself again, what the hell came over her when she turned good? But still, she and Hunter were muirn beatha dans, soul mates, she missed him with a physical pain, why didn't he just let go and be free with his powers, free from restrictions and laws, why couldn't he see things her way? That way they could be together and they would be unstoppable.

They started the ritual, nearly 70 people filled the circle with Morgan stood in the middle of a pentacle at the centre of the circle. They recited their chants and Morgan recited hers, and she was filled with strength and a power that felt totally evil, it was a black hole and whatever it was, it was completely soulless. Morgan knew that the feeling was the eye of the dark wave, it was complete destruction and Morgan knew that it will be with her, be part of her all the time, for the Amyranth's use whenever they want it. Is this what pure evil felt like… and strangely enough Morgan didn't like it. That's not what magick was about, that's not what Morgan is about. But it was too late she felt its darkness taking her over.

The silver haired man, who Morgan now knew his name to be Michel, laughed. "Phase one is complete. Tomorrow, we shall see what's fated to be, Morgan McEwan, the sguirs dan – the destroyer."