He couldn't stand still. Pacing the room back and forth, each time he passed the telephone he stared at it, as if wishing it to ring. She said she would call as soon as she found out what had happened. Fear and worry were constant in his mind. He didn't know what was going on with Morgan.
He wished he was there in case the worse had happened. But she had insisted he stay. He had the New Charter, an organization to help witches who misuse power instead of stripping them of it. Right now he was trying to gain support in the UK and couldn't leave no matter what.
He continued to pace. Something didn't feel right, Hunter tried to get it to reveal itself, he closed his eyes and embraced the source of energy. Nothing happened. He opened his eyes and let out a frustrated sigh. Morgan hated when he scried for her but he felt himself growing restless with worry.
He closed his eyes. Morgan, please tell me what is going on. No response. He knew she had a lot to deal with but all he wanted to know that she and her family were going to be okay. Morgan I am going to start scrying for you if you don't message me back this instant. This usually did the trick. Morgan would always reply with I'm fine. Stop worrying. He never stopped worrying when she said that but always felt it comforting.
He waited for a few minutes and then got his lueg out. Sitting down, he focused his energy into the stone. For over an hour he tried to find her but no image came. He frowned. Surely she wouldn't be blocking him from seeing her. He got up and grabbed the phone, dialing her number he was getting impatient. Finally the ringing stopped.
"The number you have dialed is not in order. Please hang up and try your call again."