Chapter 9 Witchcraft and Wyatt Alone.

Chris and the others protested of, course. Not that Wyatt really cared witch or not. He was still going to do his job. Besides, Chris should be focusing on other more important things. Yes, it was dark out there in the woods, but Wyatt's been in worse locations. The Underworld is one of them.

"Chris, this is the seventh time you've called me," Wyatt said.

"I'm just not so sure about this Wy," Chris replied.

"Chris, I've checked leads and the rumours all by myself in the past." Wyatt pointed out.

"But things are different now …" Chris started.

"CHRISTOPHER! I am very aware of what has happened to me recently. I haven't forgotten and I don't intend to ignore it." Wyatt interrupted.

"Sorry." Chris apologised.

"You should be working on a plan for the cousins. I'll be fine; I'll call you when I'm done." Wyatt responded before hanging up.


Back at the Gilbert well Halliwell-Gilbert house. We have Chris and George standing over the dinner table. Chris had just laid out a map of San Francisco on the table and placed four lit candles on each corner of the map. He then walked over to the kitchen and returned holding an athame.

"How did an athame end up in my kitchen?" George asked confused.

"I started putting witch supplies away. While you were at school." Chris answered.

"Oh. Are we scrying again?" George asked.

"No, we are checking to see how well cloaked we are," Chris explained.

"How do we do that?"

"With a little spell of mine," Chris answered. The older of the two then pricked one of his fingers with the athame and allowed a few drops of blood to fall onto the map. He then passed the athame to George.

"No."

"Just prick your hand, you've been through worse," Chris responded. George sighed and pricked a finger and allowed a few drops of blood to hit the map before taking the athame into the kitchen and putting it in the sink. Then he returned to Chris.

"Magic forces black and white. We beseech you now on this night. Use this map as your guide tell us if we are cloaked from prying eyes." Chris chanted. Seconds later the map ignites. George and Chris jump back away from the table. The map is soon rendered to ash.

"Well, are we cloaked?" George questioned

"Yes, if we were being spied on. Our blood on the map would form an image of those watching us." Chris explained.

"When did you make this spell?" George questioned.

"At fifteen, on dates, Bianca and I were either sneaking into clubs or going all over the globe to meet other witches to learn their history and learn their craft," Chris explained.

"Cool. Have you added any to the Book of Shadows? Did Wyatt know about you travelling the world to speak to different witches?" George asked.

"No the spells, potions and rituals etc are in the Book of Shadows, Bianca and I have created. Wyatt didn't know about Bianca and me until about two years ago." Chris explained.

"That's a shame probably a good choice looking back. Since the girls have the Book of Shadows." George said.

"You two were listening weren't you?" Chris said bluntly, it was more of a statement than a question.

"N… No, of course not. We wouldn't be nosey and insensitive to your privacy." George lied, great he messed up he be buried in his back garden by the time Wyatt gets back.

"George, don't lie to me. I've known Wyatt, my entire life. He has no sense of boundaries." Chris replied.

"Alright, we know you knocked Bianca up," George said.

"And Wyatt's reaction," Chris responded. He wanted to hear his suspicions denied.

"Not my business, you want to hear his opinion on his future niece or nephew. Then ask him when he gets back." George told Chris.

"What about your opinion of Bianca?" Chris asked.

"She's cool, her job sounds even cooler," George answered.


Finally, Wyatt could get some work done he told himself. It didn't matter that he was mortal and no longer the massive powerhouse, he loved to be. He could still pull his weight and tracking was one of the easiest things to do in their profession. He made sure to be as quiet as possible as he searched the woods trying to avoid stepping on twigs or tripping on stones.

He didn't want to be caught. He suddenly heard a growl that made him stop; he used his eyes to search his surroundings. To find the source of the growl but found nothing at first until a wolf emerged from a strange mist. Its eyes slowly focus on Wyatt alone it then ran towards Wyatt.

Wyatt didn't need to be told what to do; he turned and ran looking back every couple of seconds to see. How far behind his predator was. However, the wolf was too fast and quickly caught up. Wyatt fell to the ground when the wolf pounced on him. He then let out a scream as the Wolf bit into him!

End of chapter 9.