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Chapter Twenty-Five

Realisation

"It was you!" Jacob cried, getting to his feet and glaring at Remus.

Remus frowned. "What was me?"

"You took Hermione! How could you?"

Leah and Seth stood and flanked Jacob while Sam moved quickly and restrained the older man.

Remus looked bewildered. "What are you talking about?"

"Your scent, it's the same as the one at the cabin. Why did you take her? What did you do with her?" Jacob growled.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Remus protested.

Jacob walked right up to him and got right into his face. "Don't lie to me. You spell just like the person that took Hermione!"

Remus sagged in Sam's arms and hung his head. "There's something more I haven't told you."
Jacob's eyes narrowed. "What?"

"I'm not just a wizard. I'm a werewolf."

Jacob laughed. "You expect me to believe that!"
"You've smelt my scent, and you know three nights every month I go away. I'm a werewolf, the type that changes during a full moon." Remus argued. "Remember, all those times you and Hermione babysat Teddy while I was out of town?"

"If that's true, then where has he been staying since I got married?" Jacob questioned. "Where?"

"In England. We have a method of almost instant travel and I take him to his Grandmother's house when I transform because Hermione hadn't told you about being a witch." Remus argued. "I'm telling you, I'm a werewolf!"

"That doesn't explain the scent left at our house!" Jacob shouted.

"Yes it does." Remus growled. "It means the one that took Hermione is also a werewolf!"

Sam let go and they all took a step back, processing the information.

"So the one that took Hermione is a werewolf?" Seth questioned, just trying to affirm the information he had been told.

There had been so much told to them that it was hard to process everything at once. It felt so bizarre.

Remus frowned. "I don't understand though. Hermione spelled the house so magical werewolves couldn't enter."

"Maybe they weren't magical." Sam said.

Remus's eyes narrowed. "A Muggle werewolf that wants revenge."

"Muggle?" Leah frowned.
"Non-magical." Remus explained.

"Weird word."

He gasped. "I know who it is."

"Who?" Jacob demanded.

"Her name is Arcadia. During the war, there was a particularly vicious werewolf named Fenrir Greyback. He bit me when I was a child and made me what I am. He collected dark Witches and Wizards to make his pack. The only Muggle he accepted into his pack was his mate, Arcadia." Remus explained.

"His mate? No wonder she wants revenge!" Sam muttered.

"How do we find her?" Jacob questioned.

"I know her patterns. I have a feeling I know where she might be, but she could have built up an army. We're going to need more help." Remus replied.

The first thing Hermione registered was how cold it was. A shiver ran through her body and the second thing she registered was pain.

Her head felt as though it were on fire and her vision was a little hazy. She forced herself to sit up and she looked around.

She was in a tiny cell with flagstone floors dampened by mildew and mould. A small window taunted her from seven feet up. It was day that much she could tell. The light shone on the floor and she slid into it to absorb some of the warmth. She shut her eyes and basked in it for a moment.

There was the sound of footsteps and Hermione quickly retreated into the shadows, praying it would be enough to conceal her. Whoever it was meant business and she really didn't want to meet them while she was so vulnerable.

She took stock of what she had and felt her heart sink when she realised that her wand was missing. Not that she expected to have it on her. If they had managed to take her and lock her away, there was no way they would have let her have a weapon of any kind.

She scrabbled at the rock, trying to see if she could anything to arm herself with. She gave a small triumphant smile as she pulled a sharp piece of loose rock free from the rest of the wall.

She slid around to beside the cell door and waited. There was the sound of a key turning in a lock followed by a metallic click. The door screeched as it opened on its rusty hinges and the figure entered the room.

Hermione launched herself at the other woman with the rock held like a knife in her hand. The woman turned and caught her wrist firmly in her own. It went bent back and Hermione was forced to drop the stone.

"That wasn't very nice, Granger." The woman snarled.

Hermione looked at her and tried to recall who she was. She didn't recognise the dirty, but straight, ash blonde hair and cold, grey eyes that glared at her. The pointed face and rounded ear didn't strike familiarity into her, nor did her tall, lithe figure dressed in a ripped white t-shirt and faded brown trousers.

"Who are you?" Hermione hissed.

The woman snarled and her eyes flashed amber for a moment. "Typical. You ruined my life and you don't even know my face."

"I'm sorry, but I don't know you!" Hermione whimpered as the pressure on her wrist increased.

"You stole my husband from me. My mate!"

"I don't know you!"

"My name is Arcadia Greyback." The woman growled.

Hermione's eyes widened even further as a memory rushed through her panicked mind.

"I'm going to enjoy eating you, Granger. Tearing though that pretty, little body of yours and feasting on your organs." Greyback mocked as he circled Hermione as the battle raged around them.

"Stupefy!" Hermione shouted.

Greyback blocked the stunner effortlessly with his wand.

"Is that all you've got?"

Hermione narrowed her eyes. "If you've got your wand, why don't you just use it?" She spat.

Greyback chuckled. "Where's the fun in that? I like to feel the blood in my mouth and watch the life leave your eyes as I tear your stomach open!"

Hermione felt sick, but kept her wand fixed on her opponent. "You're a twisted, murderer!"

"I'm a wolf, a predator. What do you expect?" Greyback laughed.

Hermione shivered and looked away for a moment. A moment was all it took. Before she could react, Greyback had knocked her wand from her grasp and was pinning her to the floor, trying to bite her neck and rip it open.

Hermione squirmed under him, using all her strength to keep him from her. She moved her arm to his stomach and pressed a trigger in her other holster.

A blade flew from her sleeve and penetrated the werewolf's stomach. He gurgled and coughed and blood speckled her face.

She twisted the blade and Greyback slumped. He went still and Hermione breathed out a sigh of relief. She pushed his body off of her and jumped up to re-join the battle and help her side win.

"You remember him?" Arcadia snarled. "I was there when you killed him. He had told me to stay hidden because I would be too vulnerable seeing as I don't have magic. I watched from the trees as you killed my mate."

"I held him as the battle raged on around me. He was only just alive when I got there. I held him as he breathed his last. Because of you, I lost my love and my pack. I lost my family!"

Hermione shut her eyes. "It was self-defence. It all was."

Arcadia growled. "You could have stunned him."

"I didn't have my wand!" Hermione protested.

"You killed him!" Arcadia roared. "And now you will pay the price."

She bent Hermione's wrist even more and the curly haired witch screamed as the bone cracked. Arcadia didn't stop there and kicked the witch's leg. Hermione fell to the floor, her ankle twisting. Her head collided hard with the stone and she fell into unconsciousness.

Arcadia smirked down at the prone form of the witch. "Get comfortable, Granger. You'll be here a while."

Please Read and Review. So Arcadia is Fenrir's mate. A couple of you asked about the book, and I'll cover that soon :) Hope you enjoyed it!