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.

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I had never really been attracted to Morgan, however, I knew since I first got to know her that I didn't really want any harm to come to her. She is a remarkable person, so strong willed yet so completely innocent. I was just playing my part, being a good son and I hoped that I would be able to convince Morgan to practise her magick freely, the way we do, and convince her to join Amyranth so that my mom wouldn't try to destroy her. I would hate to see that happen.
But suddenly Hunter came along, a bastard half brother I never knew I had, and I see the way he looks at her, it makes me jealous and I can't fathom why, she doesn't have obvious good looks like the type of woman I would normally go for, but I suppose she is beautiful in her own modest way. It's the way Hunter's face seems to come to life whenever he sees her... I want that. And I definitely don't want him to have it, not with her.

Calhoun

For several days after the circle I found myself constantly thinking about Morgan, I had to force myself to keep my distance otherwise I'd end up looking like some kind of pathetic stalker. I've had to stop myself on several occasions from making up an excuse to reach out to her.

Instead I managed to keep myself busy and spent most of my days by Ciaran's side, attending Amyranth meetings and throwing myself into circles and rituals.

Ever since we had arrived in Widow's Vale I have felt like I have been under Ciaran's scrutiny and I thought it best to keep him happy so I carried on and acted like my normal self. Like I hadn't discovered a half brother or laid eyes on the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. I buried it all and threw myself into my work.

One morning Ciaran announced that he was heading to New York for the weekend and I jumped at the chance for an escape, I was starting to develop cabin fever as I had avoided going out in fear of running into either Athar or Morgan. I was trying to stay focused and running into either of them would do anything but.

Whatever Ciaran's business was in New York, he didn't want me to be included and that suited me just fine. Still I asked him for a ride into the city as I knew there was at least one friendly face currently residing in New York that I was very eager to catch up with, Ciaran's son, Killian MacEwan.

Killian was a straight forward person, what you saw is what you got. No hidden agendas and no false pretences and right now I craved to be around someone like him. It would make a refreshing change to be away from all the mind games, which frankly were giving me a headache.

Don't get me wrong, Killian was far from innocent he used magick (and women) any way he wanted to without caring of the consequences and always to his benefits, but it was all in the name of having a good time rather than for some darker purpose. He didn't crave power like we did, all he craved was fun and attention and boy was Killian an expert at being in the centre of it.

Ciaran thought Killian pissed away his potential and doesn't often bother with son, or any of his other children and he thought them weak like their mother. I suppose in a way that may have been another reason why he took me under his wing, that I might be a child he could be proud of. I may not have been his biological son, but he raised me to be his prodigy over his own children.

I couldn't help but feel guilty that I was always treated as the favourite child even though I was the only one who wasn't biologically Ciaran's. I knew his other children Kyle and Iona hated me for it, but Killian never seemed to care, he always treated me like we were brothers and even though no one could take the place of my own brother, Linden, I appreciated the bond we shared. I felt that I could always open up to him and I knew I could rely on Killian to be there for me, even though he was the most unreliable person I'd ever known.

Killian could have been truly great, he has the potential and has strong magick, something that his siblings do not have. But he doesn't have the ambition that Ciaran wished he possessed. I I think it bothers him deep down, on some level that his father can't accept him for the way he is, but he doesn't show it. His relationship with Ciaran is almost non existent and he prefers it that way, if something has the potential to hurt him, he will keep it at arms length.

By the time we arrived in New York, it was late in the evening and without saying a word to one another we went our separate ways. I immediately sent Killian a witch message.

Killian, I'm in the city. I can come to you if you're free to meet up.

He replied back in seconds

Hunter! Brother! I am in 'Clair de Lune' a new club in Brooklyn. I have already found you a beautiful blonde, she is just your type and I am keeping her warm for you.

I shook my head and smiled

I'm getting into a taxi now

When the cab pulled up outside the club I cast out my senses. I immediately picked up on Killian's presence as well as the presence of a handful of other witches.

This was not a Wiccan hangout unlike a lot of Killian's other haunts but I knew he often liked to hit up regular clubs because his 'skills' came in handy when he was out to pick up women and free drinks, unfortunately for him, most of the time these same 'skills' fell flat with other witches.

I got out of the cab and paid the fair and made my way inside, my own set of 'skills' made it easy for me to bypass the queue lining up outside.

I followed my senses and wasn't surprised to find him sitting on the plush crimson couches in the VIP section with women fawning all over him. He stood abruptly knocking over a tray of drinks on the table and at least two of the girls either side of him to the floor when he saw me approaching and with his arms outstretched he called out to me, "Hunter! It has been a long time brother!" he pulled me in for a bear hug and then cleared room for me on the couch. He turned to the redhead who was sat beside him.

"Melissa!"

"Krysten!" she immediately corrected him

"Krysten! This is my brother, for all intents and purposes, his name is Hunter, would you be a dear and go get him a beer from the bar?" Killian was definitely on a roll tonight by the looks of things because this woman, who seconds ago he called by the wrong name, was already on her feet with a seductive smile and turned to head to the bar to buy me a beer.

I watched in amusement as he watched her from behind, or rather watched her behind, as she walked away "Does it ever get old?" I asked him

He finally turned back with a big grin on his face, "Nope. So what's new? What brings you to The Big Apple?"

"Ciaran's here for something, I came for the ride. It's been too long since I've seen you" I admitted

Killian laughed, "What's wrong, Giomanach?" he asked me, "You usually come to me to get your troubles of your chest,"

"Not always," I said defensively

"I said usually," Killian emphasised the word, "besides you and fun aren't an easy combination, you look uncomfortable in places like these" the redhead, Krysten returned and handed me a bottle of beer,

"Thanks," I said to her then turned back to Killian "Sometimes," I admitted, "But I know how to have fun,"

"Yes, I suppose, once you learn to let go," he said, "but you always struggle with the letting go, so what's on your mind, Hunter?"

I sighed, "Well..." I was about to tell him about my last few days in Widow's Vale when he put a finger to my lips

"Actually, I've had quite a lot to drink so let's talk about that tomorrow, tonight just let go" and as if on cue a waitress appeared with a tray of shot glasses filled with a light gold liquid. Killian flagged her down handed her a couple of bills and whispered in her ear, she nodded and placed the tray on the table in front of us.

"Right Hunter, it's just you, me and this tray of tequila,"

I laughed, "Killian, there must be about 20 shots on that tray me and you can't possibly have them all,"

Killian then gave me that look, that look where I knew I had no choice in the matter and I sighed. For just one night I suppose I could let go. It's not as if I do this every weekend, sometimes I deserve to chillax as the kids would say. I picked up the first shot and necked it back chasing it quickly with my beer.

"That's the spirit!" Killian grinned, then his eyes drifted to the dance floor where a pretty little blonde was heading towards us, "And right on time, here's your blonde!"

I downed two more of the tequilas and Killian gestured for the blonde should come sit beside me, "This is Amelia, Amelia this is Hunter." She flashed me a beautiful smile and Killian knew me well, this was the type I would usually go for. Before Morgan that is. I tried to shake her out of my head but I knew it was going to take a lot more tequila for that.