A/N: This chapter will be focusing on Sam and his point of view. Enjoy

Chapter 2: The Alpha Wolf

(Sam POV)

I shot up and out of bed faster than even a vampire, my body was vibrating with energy, 'What the fuck is going on' I said to himself. Thinking that this strange energy would fade I shook his head and decided a cold shower was the best way to start my day. I quickly stripping and jumped in and let the ice-cold water pummel against my back, the temperature didn't bother me, my body was a warm enough anyway. I pulled on a comfy pair of shorts and ditching the shirt, ran downstairs grabbed some breakfast before heading over to the Blacks. Harry had called me the night before, said I had to call the pack to come round to the Black for some important gathering.

They had some news, something about the return of someone or something rather, I stripped my shorts off, tied it to my leg and then phased. I took my time stretching and shaking out my huge muscled form, I was bigger than a horse, the biggest phased wolf, surpassing even the Ancient ones, and pitch black, the only variation in my colouring was the pure white tipped ears and a small white line that ran down my face, neck and chest.
Letting out a howl to alert the rest of the pack I sent my thought's out to them,

'Heading to Black's, be there, Elders have called a meeting'

Hearing the answering howl's, I took off, racing through the forest at an incredible speed. I was an interesting Alpha, different to what the Elders were expecting when I first transformed. I was huge and muscled, nothing out of the ordinary for the Quileute, it was HOW big I was that took them by surprise, I was bigger than a horse, the phased ones were only supposed to be slightly smaller than a horse, the fact I was bigger, well that led to a terrifying image apparently. A wolf the size of a horse is nothing to be trifled with after all. My colouring was intriguing, a Quileute wolf and indeed any wolf, phased ones or not all had varied colouring, never before had a wolf been one solid colour, often they were streaked with different tones, I however was not, the Elders were both confused and amazed. I was a force to be reckoned with, I tried to be a strong, kind, but firm Alpha, hopefully I was succeeding.

I arrived at the Blacks to a peculiar image, everyone was seated on logs situated in a circle, the Elders were in deep conversation, the imprints of other pack members also there, this didn't confuse me, it was the Cullen's being there that did that. The Cullen's were the neighbouring vampires, they had a good relationship with them despite being supposed mortal enemies, Jacob had imprinted on Bella and Edwards half vampire child after all, and all imprints and their families were under the protection of the pack.

Phasing back to my human form and sliding my shorts on I approached the fire, as the rest of the pack appeared the Elders gestured for us all to sit.

Taking a look around the see that everyone was their Harry drew in a breath and started to speak.

'Many years ago we had another elder situated on our Council, some of you will remember some will not, his name was Jedidiah Granger, he was an only son, of an only son, he was married to a woman named Rose, together they had a son, they named him Alex, Alex moved to England to study, fell in love with a woman, together they produced a daughter, the only daughter to ever be had in the Granger's line, she was a beautiful child, and carried the gene of the Quileute legend. When this child grew to be 11 she received a visit, it was Alex was informed that his daughter was a witch'

The Cullen's gasped, their eyes widening in shock.

Harry continued; 'She would grow to become the most powerful witch seen in millennials, with the magic of Merlin alongside the magic of the Quileute tribe in her blood she would become the key in defeating the darkest wizard known to man, wolf or wizard, Voldemort, to simplify it down, imagine a Hitler, with magic.'

I shuddered, remembering having to study the war in my final year of school.

'The young witch's parents were murdered and she was soon adopted into another family, the reason we are telling you all this tale is due to the situation we are about the find ourselves in. During the final battle between the Light and the Dark, one of the witch's adopted brothers was near death, death at the hand of the one who had tortured the young witch herself, overcome with rage and the determination to protect her pack she phased.'

This bit of information brought gasps of shock from the pack, heads snapped up and eyes widened, the phasing of a wolf, away from her tribe was never heard of, to do so in the middle of battle was unheard of, for a girl to do it, was rare, this woman was powerful.

'There is more' Harry continued. 'When she phased she was a pure white, the only difference was her pitch-black paws, and black tipped ears,' the pack looked towards me, the only wolf who was pure in colour was myself after all, and with the same colours it was not hard to know why they looked towards me. 'She defended her brothers and the war was won. We do not know much about her wolf form, other than the colour of her coat, we were told she is big, but all Quileute wolves are, there are only 2 things you need about her other than what you have heard, her name is Hermione, and she moved here this morning.'

At this everyone started talking at once, questions were being thrown out, some were in shock, some worried, the noise was overwhelming. I looked towards the Elders for guidance only to see them struggling to calm down.

'BE QUIET AND SIT DOWN' my deep voice echoed around the gathering, the double timbr commanding and strong, the result was instantaneous. The pack settled, the imprints quietened and even the Cullen's stopped speaking.

The Elders looked to me in approval, it took a powerful Alpha to command his pack in human form, even more so his packs imprints. I nodded.

'Continue' I stated firmly, wanting to know what the hell we were going to do.

'The reason you are all gathered here is because it is quite possible she will join the pack, she might challenge Sam to be Alpha in the pack, or she might not, we do not however know how she will view the Cullen's, I will not lie to you, she has killed many werewolves and vampires in both her human and wolf form, we were told vampires fought alongside this Voldemort, we only wish to warn you, approach her carefully, do not scare her or challenge her if you can help it, she will not attack the pack because she knows of us and her ancestry already but she will defend herself. No questions, it has been a long night, head to bed, you will meet her soon enough.'

Not waiting any longer, I stood readying myself to head home, commanding the pack to do the same, I was soon called over by Harry, walking over and seating myself beside the elder I listened to what he told me.

'Visit her in the morning, ask her to attend the bonfire tomorrow night, she will come, she's simply finding a way to introduce herself.' I nodded and headed off.

I woke the next morning, nervous and curious about Hermione. Showering and wolfing down my breakfast, I jumped in my truck and drove towards the house Harry told me about. Just as I turned the engine off, a woman flew out the front door, I was taken by her beauty immediately, dressed in only a tank and torn shorts, her curls positively wild she was the definition of an untamed beauty. She was short to, I would simply dwarf her with my large form. As I gazed at her body, taking in her bare feet and slim build I felt drawn to her, the magic in my blood yearned for her, I frowned slightly, I wasn't told of this, 'I better tell the Elders of this' I murmured to himself.

As I watched her jog towards the forest I wished she would turn around and see me sitting here, I wanted to see her eyes, to see the face of the woman who as cliché as it sounds saved the world.

Accepting the fact that it's unlikely the small witch will turn around, I jumped from my truck, once again dressed in only my shorts, I walked barefooted towards the forest, the sight I came upon took my breath away, Hermione stood there a huge hulking mass of muscle, snow white, black tipped ears and black paws, 'Fuck' I swore softly, 'She's the size of a horse'

While my own wolf would dwarf her, I was positive that she would be bigger than the rest of the pack, watching her race away, I just knew I couldn't let her get away.

Stripping and fastening my shorts to my leg, I phased and shot off, following the beautiful wolf, my magic aching to be closer to her.

I knew we were coming up to a clearing and could only hope that she would slow down, I wanted to meet her!

I watched as she whipped around to face me, pulling myself to a stop, I finally gazed into her eyes, a deep chocolate brown, intelligent, bright, full of adventure, but underneath I could see the wisdom, sorrow and pain she had to go through. Her eyes really were windows to the soul. To busy musing about the beautiful in front of me, I was caught off guard as she pounced on him, sending me flying onto my back, her soft wolf form still on top of me, I looked up at the wolf and could swear she just smirked at me.

Her outline started to blur, realising what she was doing I quickly followed suit. Phasing complete I almost moaned out loud at the feeling of her naked body pressed against my own, she was light, I couldn't help wrapping my arms around her, revelling in the warmth of her body, I could feel myself becoming aroused. I gazed into her eyes and the world stopped.

Her warm chocolate eyes were staring into my own, it was if she could see right through me, all the ties previously holding me down to earth snap and wrap around my wild beauty instead, I felt her magic pull at my own, relinquishing control of it, I felt it return to my body once again, only this time it was stronger, fiercer, my soul reached out for her own, touching it, embracing it, connecting, I felt our souls melt together never to be split again.

'I imprinted!' I blurted out, realising she said the same thing my mind went blank, 'That's impossible', I thought. I looked into her eyes and then her lips were on mine, soft and gentle, I quickly responded in kind, moulding my lips around hers and tightening my arms, bringing her as close as I possibly could. Breathing in her scent, tasting her and savouring it, I just wanted to take her right now, I pulled away, hearing her whimper at the loss of contact made my cock harden, I flipped her over onto her back, I wanted to dominate her, nestling myself between her legs, I ran kisses down her neck, hearing her moan made me have to force my wolf down, I wasn't going to take her yet, not today. I nuzzled into her neck I nipped at the flesh between her neck and collarbone, 'Fuck, I couldn't wait to mark her' I thought. I felt her growl as I gently bit her neck. She pushes me over, settling herself above me, straddling me, she pressed her lips against mine in a gently quick kiss.
I can't help but moan as she kisses across my jaw and down my neck, I feel her sink her teeth into me, not enough to mark me, but enough to let me know she won't submit to me, I growl, a deep noise in my chest. She gently kisses the bite, then nuzzles into my neck, relaxing into my warm embrace, she fits perfectly against my body,

I decided to tell her my name,

'Sam' I said, surprised at the huskiness in my voice, 'My name is Sam'

I hear her reply, 'Hermione', I'm taken back at how soft her voice is, it's beautiful, soft and gentle, but full of…love.

My arms tighten around her as I try to keep my cock under control. I didn't say anymore, and neither did she, I just lay there, my arms around her, relaxed, overwhelmed and unbelievably happy that I just imprinted, on someone as strong and intelligent as Hermione.

'The Elders are going to be in shock' I thought to myself, dozing off.

'What the fuck is going on here?' I hear Paul's voice ask,

My head snapped up, as did Hermione's, I see the whole pack in front of me, suddenly remembering the state both my imprint and I are in I almost laugh, I wonder what there thinking, coming across there Alpha but naked with a gorgeous girl on top of him, I feel the urge to laugh rising.

'I imprinted, on a wolf, and she imprinted on me' I said, knowing they would understand the strangeness and significance of such an event. I'm not sure however weather they know it's Hermione of a newly phased wolf.

'Well fuck, we better tell the Elders' Jacob says.