Prologue
Her scent was intoxicating. The scent of fear, and trepidation pervasive as he followed her, tracking her down as he was instructed. The succulent young woman, whose dark raven hair was tangled with briars and leaves, and whose bright royal blue eyes shone with the fear a deer has in the face of a hunter, didn't have a chance. As Fenrir neared where she was huddled, he chuckled to himself.

"All too easy." Before the woman could bolt out of her hiding place under the blackberry brambles, he had a hold of her.

"You're coming with me", Fenrir grinned. Inhaling deeply of her scent, he bent down and whispered in her ear, "You are lucky the Dark Lord wants you for himself. You would make a fine mate. Maybe I will get to keep you as a prize once he is done with you."

The woman struggled. She had tried to keep this type of thing from happening. She had been so careful with her spying, but it had come crashing down when Hogwarts was invaded.