The first chapter in Hunter's point of view!

HPOV

"I'll see you later, Morgan," I said. Morgan didn't reply, though I didn't really expect her to, and she took her sister inside.

Morgan and I had done tath meanma earlier that day and I'd gone over to see how she was going along. She'd seen me outside her window with mage sight and gone out to talk to me. I'd told her about the Dark Wave and how it drove my parents away. Somehow the conversation had taken a turn and ending up with me almost kissing her.

I hadn't meant to, and I'd told her so, but I'd bet anything she probably didn't believe me and any trust I'd gained had just gone out the window. I just lost control. She looked so…

Well, lucky for me, Morgan's sister, Mary K., had come home with her boyfriend, Bakker, and…let's just say she won't ever be seeing him again.

Now I watched her enter her house and sighed, my breath a puff in the cold air. I turned and left, knowing I was not welcome here now.

I walked along the dark street slowly, biding my time, thinking. I didn't have anything better to do, although Sky would probably worry a little bit.

I walked for a long time, and before I knew it I was by Cal's house. I was about to turn around and go home–I'd done enough walking and I didn't want a repeat of the last time I was here–but I heard a scream from the woods.

Something about that scream told me to find the source, and I broke out in a sprint to do just that.

Soon I found myself in a clearing, completely lost. In the center of the clearing I found a girl on the ground. I leaned in to inspect what was wrong with her.

She had straight brown hair that was nearly blonde and I saw a denim hat laying forgotten a few inches away. As soon as I touched her her eyelids shot open, revealing a pair of lake-blue eyes. But they seemed out of focus.

"Are you okay?" I asked her. She nodded. "Can you speak? What's your name?"

"Loren," the girl said weakly. "Who are you?"

"I'm Hunter," I said simply like I had to Mary K. that very same evening. "I'm going to get you out of here."

"It's too late for that," Loren said. "He's here. He's going to kill you, Hunter. I'm bait."

"Bait?" And before I could think of anything to say other than that I was thrown across the field and against a tree. It took a moment for me to focus after the impact. All I saw was a shadow in the distance that I knew was Loren.

Loren got up and ran, and moments later I heard her screaming, "Freedom!" and then she let out a scream that faded as if she were falling. That's when I remembered that we were right near the cliff I had fallen off of.

"Who are you?" I called out into the now empty woods. I was rewarded by my back slamming into another tree.

"A friend of your brother's," a voice replied, seeming to echo. Before I could think of placing it, I was against another tree.

"Linden?" I managed to croak out, feeling all the blood leave my face. Why would Linden want to kill me? I'd always taken care of him.

"No," the voice said, and I must have been delusional, because one moment there was no one there, and the next there was a boy that looked around seventeen with spiky bronze hair and golden eyes staring at me with hatred. "Not your dead brother. The other one. The one that you didn't kill. The half one." I hated how he put emphasis on the fact that I had killed Linden, which I hadn't.

"I didn't kill Linden," I said angrily. Thud! I flew across the field.

"Didn't you?" the boy said. I wondered how he had gotten all the way across the field so fast. And then I wondered how I had gotten all the way across the field so fast. What; was he the hulk?

"No," I said, struggling to clamp down my anger. My voice was surprisingly calm and straight, but then I usually surprised myself like that. Thud!

"How do you know Cal?" I switched the subject. "Are you one of those Woodbane witches his mum's gathering up?" Thud!

"No," said the boy coolly. "I'm not a witch." Thud!

"Then how the hell do you do that?" I cried with what little energy I had left. Boom!

"Never you mind," he snarled. Thud! "I'm doing this as a favor to Cal and to me." Boom!

"To you?" I choked out. "I don't even know you!" Thud!

"I'm Edward," was all the boy said. Boom! Thud! Bang!

"Listen, Edward," I said. "I must honestly say that you can kill me if you want." Edward hesitated.

"Really?" he said disdainfully.

"Yeah," I said. "I was never going to commit suicide. But I don't think there's really any reason for me not to die. It's why I'm a Seeker, Edward. It's all I really have left to do."

"Why not?" Edward looked stunned. "Don't you have Sky and Alwyn?"

"Yeah," I said. "But they don't needme. They love me but they don't need me. Go ahead. Kill me. What's the point?"

Edward didn't move.

"But then maybe I wasn't meant to die, Edward," I went on. "Maybe I am needed. Here. It's not a very realistic thing to hope for, but I'm not leaving until things are set right. And if there's one thing I know about Widows Vale, it's that it's nowhere near right. But if you want to take the chance of having Morgan killed, of having the council taken down, of having only bad Woodbane witches in the world, go ahead. Kill me."

But Edward didn't. He held out his hand to help me up. It was as cold as ice. "If I find out you're lying to me, Niall, I swear I will do worse than kill you."

"No worries," I said.

So there you go. Chapter 8. And yes, Loren, I killed you. No, you killed yourself. I told you I'd get revenge on you since you turned me into a boy in your fanfic. Well, in a threatening threefold law sort of way. You remember that. Good times… Good times…

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