Summary – Hunter arrives in Widows Vale with his mentor Ciaran MacEwan. There he meets his half brother Cal and his girlfriend Morgan, whom he feels strangely drawn to, and is sucked into a cat and mouse game that has played between Ciaran and Selene Belltower for years and on top of it all he is reunited with his cousin Sky who is a Seeker for the International Council of Witches and has been hunting him down for years.

Disclaimer: These are all Cate Tiernans toys. They're just in my playground.

A/N: Major apologies in the delay of getting this next chapter out... as I said before I was working in a different department at work and had no access to a computer, maybe I should get access to Microsoft word at home at some point so I can continue to write there! Lol. Anyway 10 days till Christmas (and my birthday)! Is everyone ready?

I have travelled far but my search is now over. Today is my 13th birthday and I found who I was looking for. I'm in Scotland, I wandered into an occult store to stock up on supplies. A man grabbed my arm knowing I was stealing, I thought I was done for but the man eyed me warily for a long time then asked for my name. When I told him an eerie grin crossed his face. He seemed to stare right into my soul and I knew then he was like me. His name is Ciaran and he offered to pay for my goods and he took me in. I questioned him, why would he bother with someone like me? He told me I had potential and was willing to work with me. He took me to his home and introduced me to his 3 children, Kyle, Iona and Killian. His wife Grania didn't seem to care for my presence or anyone else's in the home besides herself, she is peculiar. But Ciaran is great, I can learn so much from him.

Giomanach

Ciaran had property in a town just outside Widows Vale called Red Kill. It wasn't by any stretch of the imagination a modest building. In comparison to Selene's it was much smaller, but Ciaran's house was much larger than your standard town house. It was also very, very beautiful.

As much as I wanted to look around, unpack my things and settle into my new temporary bedroom, I needed to get away from him for a while. He had kept this secret from me for years, just like my own father did. I wondered if my mother ever knew about Cal.

It was a frosty November afternoon. I threw on a pair of gloves, my jacket and a scarf and decided to head out for a walk. I noted Red Kill was just as picturesque as Widows Vale was, maybe even more so. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply and felt my senses start tingling. I opened my eyes and followed my instincts, something had a pull and it was drawing me in.

It wasn't long until I found what it was. An occult store, right here in Red Kill. I was impressed, I didn't think I'd find one around for miles, and it was lucky there was because I needed to stock up on some items. I crossed the road passing a huge white American tank of a car parked outside. I had to chuckle, seeing this car was the first thing to make me feel home sick for England. It was the only thing I've seen in this town that felt remotely American and it looked ridiculous, completely out of place parked here.

I opened the door jangling the bell above it as I walked in. I breathed in deeply. I always loved the smell of an occult store, the musty old books, combined with different fragrances of the candles and herbs. It always managed to centre me when I needed to clear my head. And right now was the perfect time for it.

"Just a minute," a voice came from nowhere. I started browsing the shelves. For such a small shop it was well stocked. Weirdly I was still feeling that pull, I was already in the shop. What else could be calling to me? As I wondered this, two women stepped out from behind an orange curtain. The woman in front was an older lady. At a guess I'd say she was in her early fifties, she dressed all in lavender and a long grey braid fell down her back. She looked very welcoming, "Apologies," she smiled at me, "Do you know what you're looking for? Would you like any help?"

"No thank you," I smiled, "I know what I'm looking for,"

The second woman was just a girl I'd say she was either 17 or 18. Her head was lowered so I didn't get a good look at her face but she had beautiful long brown hair and was wearing a pair of faded jeans and a wooly sweater that was too large for her. She was strong, very strong, I could sense her power rolling off in waves. It was almost making me salivate. But what was unusual about the picture before me was the pile of books balanced in her arms. I recognized the titles listed down the spines of the books, they were all for beginners in Wicca. She must be a tutor.

The tingling sensation strengthened when I looked at her, I couldn't understand it. "Thank you for your help today, Alyce" she said in a small voice.

"Anytime," Alyce smiled, "Go through this reading list, if you have any questions about anything you know where to find me." So the books were for her, this was making less sense. She was so strong in her Magick.

The girl smiled and nodded, Alyce pulled her in for gentle hug which made her almost drop the pile of books. She steadied them again and started walking towards the exit. Still she didn't look up so I didn't get a good look at her face. I noticed some of the books on her pile slowly start to slide off. As she tried to reach for the door handle to exit the shop they all crashed to the floor.

"Darn it," she muttered

"Here. Let me," I stepped forward and helped her picked the books up of the floor. As we stood again, I stacked them more securely in her arms and then finally, she looked right at me.

"Thank you," she smiled.

My breath caught and my heart skipped a beat. She was beautiful. It took me a moment to realize I was gawking at her like a buffoon, I cleared my throat, "You're welcome," I studied her a while longer, she really was stunning, but there was something so familiar about her. I couldn't put my finger on it. "Have we met before?" the words were out my mouth quicker than they came into my head. She looked a bit worried and I mentally slapped myself, how stalker like did that sound? "It's not my pathetic attempt at a pick up, I promise," I smiled and tried to make myself sound more playful so as not to scare her, "You really do look familiar like I've seen you somewhere before,"

She looked me up and down and pulled her lip between her teeth and shook her head, "I'm sorry, I don't believe we have, I've got a good memory, I would have remembered you."

"You just remind me of someone, I guess…" I trailed off. I was stumped I tried to place why she seemed so familiar to me and was coming up with nothing.

"That comes with having a plain Jane face, people ask me that all the time," she said quietly

"You are anything but plain," I said automatically, "You are a beautiful girl, don't ever think otherwise," I watched as her cheeks as she flushed bright red. I could tell she wasn't all that used to a compliment and in all honesty I was never usually so bold with a woman, but the one standing in front of me had me bewitched. I pulled the door open for her and watched her head towards the big, ugly American car. I chuckled. That was her car? As she approached I saw her juggling with the books and her keys.

Before I realized it I'd already jogged over to her, "I can't have you dropping all those books again, I've only just picked them all off the floor" I laughed and took the pile off her as she unlocked the car and opened the door.

"Thank you, again," she smiled, "I can be such a klutz sometimes,"

"I'm Hunter," I introduced myself,

"Morgan," she smiled

My smile vanished quickly, it all made sense now. The introduction to Wicca books combined with her raw power. I can't believe I was so stupid not to add two and two together before. This was Morgan, this girl, this beautiful girl was Morgan. My half brothers girlfriend, the girl my mentor and Selene Belltower were planning to suck the magick and life out of. Cal was right, we couldn't do that to this girl. We needed to get her on our side. I felt a strong desire to protect her. I quickly put my smile back up.

"That's a pretty name," I smiled sweetly, I tried to remember if Cal had shown me a picture of her, or if I had seen one somewhere of her at Selene's, that would explain why she was familiar to me. But I was coming up blank.

"So I take it you're not from around here," she said,

"How on earth did you deduce that, Sherlock?" I asked playfully

"Your British accent gives you away, you might want to work on that,"

"I'll be sure to do that," I said putting on the worst attempt of an American accent I've ever done in my life.

"You will definitely have to work harder at it than that," she laughed

"Definitely." I agreed, "That was terrible, wasn't it?" she nodded while still laughing, "Well be careful carrying those back out of the car, unfortunately I won't be able to personally assist you when you get home and I usually charge for my services."

Morgan controlled her giggling, "Well thank you again, Hunter."

"You are very welcome. I'm sure I'll see you around some time," I knew for a fact that I would.

"Maybe you will," she said, "Good bye, Hunter," she climbed into her car and I watched as she pulled away.

"Goodbye Morgan"

I turned back into the shop and Alyce was waiting with a smile and her hands knitted together, "You are very kind for helping Morgan like that," she said

"It was nothing," I cleared my throat. She grinned at me brightly, looking almost amused. Then turned and headed back to the counter leaving me to gather my purchases.