Many of you are right with what is about to happen.

Charlie, as a cop, was trained in interrogations and looking for clues and general people reading. He wasn't a man of words, choosing instead to sit back and look at everything through calculating glances.

He wasn't stupid.

He could tell that Bella was hiding something from him - had been ever since she got with Edward; he also knew that Hermione and Jacob shared a secret, one that had no relation to her magic. He didn't complain though. They'd tell him when he was ready. But it was because of his people reading skills that he knew Hermione was more nervous for this mini camping trip than she was letting on.

They'd discussed the war and he knew that she'd spent plenty of time camping, fighting for her life. He knew this was going to serve as a reminder. He just hoped Paul could help her through it.

"Sam? Is it possible for us to have two on patrol tonight?" Paul asked. Sam looked at him with an unreadable look, one that felt like he was looking into his soul and nodded slowly.

"Anything I should be worried about?" Paul shook his head for the negative, smiling in relief.

"Hermione just seemed a bit… tentative to go on this trip with me. As if she was afraid of something. I figured that if she knew we had a bit more protection whilst out there, then she wouldn't find it so bad."

"So you're using a Pack member for your own selfish needs?"

"Yep," Paul confirmed. "She's my imprint."

"We should probably get going," Paul huffed, ripping his face away from Hermione so that he stopped kissing her. She really was irresistible and her lips were like magnets.

"Are you sure you don't want to stay?" she breathed into his ear, her tongue poking out and tasting his skin. He shivered and swallowed a groan, placing his hands on her waist and physically moving her away from him. "Fiiiiine," she pouted and he grinned at her.

"Come on, we have one hell of a trek." She stared at him with wide eyed. "What?"

"We're walking?" she gasped. He nodded, stifling a laugh at the look on her face. "Why do you hate me so much?" she whined and he couldn't hold back his laughter anymore. It was loud and echoed around Sam's garden and it brought a smile to her face.

"If you behave, I'll let you ride me."

"Ooh, promise?" she asked, her voice husky. He thought back on his words and sent her a panty-dropping smirk and a wink. "What if I don't behave?"

"Then you'll get punished."

"And how will you punish me, Mr Lahote?" she asked, linking their fingers together and staring up at him.

"I'll make you walk further," he whispered to her and laughed again when her features turned into a cute little frown.

The tent that they were staying in resembled the tent that she used at the Quidditch World Cup or when they were on the run. The sight of it gave her shivers - neither turned out how they'd planned.

"What if a bear gets us?" Hermione asked, chewing her bottom lip. She knew that if she kept it up then she'd cause the skin to tear and bleed.

"Look," Paul started, wrapping his arms around her from behind. "I can sense that you don't want to go camping with me. All you had to do was say."

"I do want to go with you," she protested, turning in his arms so that she could face him. "I just have… memories about camping. I went camping with my parents you know." She wasn't lying. She did go camping with her parents and she did have memories of that. She just wasn't admitting that they weren't the memories bothering her.

"I do understand if you want to go back. We can go to a hotel or something," he offered, giving her a way out which he wasn't too opposed to.

"No," she said eventually, shaking her head. "It's about time I made some better ones, don't you think?"

Paul was thankful that the afternoon patrol only had one Pack member due to the sounds of sex that drifted through the material. The smell of sex was just as bad.

"'Mione, you coming to bed?" Paul asked, standing up from the log they were sitting on and heading to the tent's entrance.

"Nah, I'll take first watch," she replied absentmindedly. He laughed a short and confused laugh at her comment and looked at her, waiting to see a teasing expression. She looked… ready. For what, he didn't know.

"Hermione," he said, catching her attention. "Why are you taking 'first watch'? Don't you think I can protect you?" He asked the question with a little smile.

"First watch? Oh, sorry, it's just something me and my friends said to each other when we went camping." She kicked soil over the fire and followed him into their small tent, the pair of them lying down and getting comfortable.

"I love you," he whispered in her ear and she smiled, snuggling into his chest.

"Why aren't you going to sleep?" Emily asked around a yawn, standing in the living room doorway, eyeing her imprint and the rest of the pack. "It's late."

"I have a feeling," Sam replied, walking over and pecking her on the forehead. "I hope it's nothing but we're here and awake just to make sure."

Hermione awoke with a gasp, her body stiffening and her eyes quickly scanning her surroundings. She was in a tent, and through the gap in the tent she could see that she was in a forest.

She laid her head back down on her pillow, her eyes drifting shut as she looked back on the events that happened lately. Ron had left them alone, just her and Harry when he (them) needed him the most. Now it was just the pair of them to do the most impossible task.

A warm arm laid itself across her waist, the hand settling itself on her boob over her top and her eyes popped open. Fuck. What the hell was going on?

She barely registered that the tent was muggle sized, smaller than the one she'd used when in the Wizarding world. She quickly rolled out of the small bed, scrambling to get her shoes on before searching through the two bags for her wand. It was sat at the bottom of the second one. She didn't even realise that her bag was a muggle rucksack with no expansion charms on them at all.

"Hermione, what are you doing?" a gruff voice asked, one laced with sleep. She turned slowly, her wand pointing in the direction of the bed. She couldn't see anything in the darkness, and seeing as he hadn't attacked her yet, she figured that finding out who this man was, wasn't too dangerous. Although it could be.

"Lumos," she murmured and watched as light lit up the tent. He was handsome and definitely someone that she'd never met before. "Where am I?"

"Hermione, we're in the woods. God, are you feeling okay?" he asked. His face showed genuine concern and she looked around before walking out of the tent quickly. "Hermione?"

She looked around, ignoring the man inside who was creating noises that sounded as if he was getting ready to come out. She couldn't see Harry anywhere which meant either she'd been taken somewhere else or, and even possibly an and, he'd been disposed off. Either way, she wasn't safe here.

The moon shone brightly above her, filtering through the leaves above. Merlin she needed to get out of here.

With the new news over the radio (Potterwatch), Hermione had become aware of the new magic tracing spells that had been placed over all apparition in the country. Harry and herself had been discussing a counter spell but for the time being, she was going to have to leave via foot to reduce Snatcher chances.

"Hermione, what are you doing out here?"

She flinched at the closeness of the voice and ran. She avoided trees and bushes, jumping skilfully over fallen logs and large branches that would serve to hinder her movement. She ignored the man's calls for her and just kept moving.

It was only seconds later that she heard something large moving beside her through the bushes. She slowed to a stop, her eyes wide and wand ready for anything.

She saw the eyes first. The eyes of a very large creature.

The creature walked slowly out of the bushes, to stand in front of her at a respectable distance. It was close enough to attack and cause damage as well as avoiding a spell that she'd aim but he was still far enough away for her to get him with some sort of spell as well as fleeing - though she didn't know how long she'd last.

How long could a witch last against a wolf the size of a small car?

"Stay back," she warned, raising her wand a notch. "I am not afraid to hurt you." The wolf tilted his head to the side, looking at her with a look that sent shivers down her spine. It looked like it was sizing her up to eat. He took a step forward. "Don't fucking tempt me," she hissed.

"Hermione, babe, come back!" the voice called and the wolf looked at her before looking in the direction the voice called. She didn't waste the second of his distraction and took up her run again, putting the sound of his pounding feet to the back of her mind. A piercing howl broke the silence of the forest and caused goosebumps to appear.

What made it worse was that it wasn't from the wolf behind her.

There was more than one.

"Fucking hell," Jared complained, "You'd think that they'd at least be quiet during their night time sex - especially since Paul requested another one of us out here."

"Who's making the most noise?" Quil asked, "If it's Paul then we can use it against him."

"It is Paul actually. He's shouting her name pretty loud."

"I wonder what she's doing," Quil mused, "She must be pretty good for him to be so loud. We've never heard him during any of his sexual adventures before her."

"She's his imprint doofus. Everything she does is doubly better than how others did it. Unless it's food. I've tried her cooking and we all agree it's shit."

"Hermione, stop running!" Paul shouted and Jared frowned, his nose sniffing out the direction she'd gone and followed curiously. He could smell fear and when he got closer he could tell that it came from her - she reeked of it. Something wasn't right.

"Quil, keep patrolling but get ready," Jared warned.

"For what?"

"I don't know yet."

Jared stopped running a minute late when he'd successfully caught up with her. She knew he was out there and so he walked slowly through the bushes till he stood in front of her. The fear was still there and so he stood away from her with a decent distance between them.

She raised a stick and he frowned internally.

"Stay back. I'm not afraid to hurt you." He tilted his head to the side, looking her over. She generally believed that she could cause damage to him with that thin piece of wood. If he was human, he would've laughed at her. He went to walk towards her, thinking that she couldn't recognise what wolf he was and who he was but the moment he moved, she stiffened. "Don't fucking tempt me." He didn't move again.

"Hermione, babe, come back!" Paul called and Jared slowly dragged his eyes away from her, looking for his friend. He wasn't too far away and he was still in human form, obviously so he could talk to her.

Sound to the right of him suggested that she'd started running again.

"Quil, call for back-up," Jared suggested once he'd started the chase to keep up again. "There's something wrong. Keep a nose out for a leech. Something has her spooked."

"Will do," Quil replied before he howled to the rest of the Pack.

The howl was loud and Sam sighed when he heard it. Why did Paul have to be right? Why did his gut have to agree?

"A leech?" Seth asked, as they made their way out of the house and out into the garden. "Or something to do with Paul and Hermione? Maybe both," he carried on after they'd all changed.

"Something to do with Hermione," Quil answered, "She's freaked out and running. Didn't stop for Paul and didn't stop for Jared either. From what I can tell, she even threatened him."

"Really?" Leah asked sceptically, "What damage is she going to do to a wolf his size?"

"That's why Jared's concerned. She's spooked and nothing is stopping her. If she thinks she can hold her own and even win against him, what's to say that she doesn't do something dangerous?"

"Jared, link us up," Jacob ordered. He wasn't mucking around with questions and had already run ahead of the others, Leah close behind because she had to be the best.

Jared took control of the mind link immediately, showing them all what he was seeing through his eyes. They could all see where he was and how far ahead Hermione was. Before Jared could turn off his link, Hermione did it for him.

"Jared? Jared?" Sam practically shouted, his own wolf running to catch up with the younger two, forcing himself to push his limits. "What the fuck just happened?"

"I think she said Stupefy," Quil answered, "There was a flash of red light from that stick of hers and he went down quick and easy. Maybe she can handle a wolf his size."

"But how come?" Leah asked, shocked.

Fuck, he was gaining on her. He was toying with her. She had no doubt in her mind that a wolf of that size could take her down within seconds, and she was tiring which meant she was slowing down and getting weaker and an easier target.

She needed to get him off her back.

"Stupefy," she called, twisting her top half to aim the spell at him. Her aim was slightly off - understandable due to running away - but he was large enough that it caught his shoulder and he fell down immediately.

She didn't stop running though. She could already hear the other wolf in her pursuit.

Embry dropped beside Paul and changed, not even blushing about his naked state - they'd all seen each other like it.

"What happened?" he asked worriedly. Paul was near to having a panic attack but the man carried on, shouting for his imprint.

"I don't know. She woke up before me and I woke because she was making noise whilst searching for something. She had this stick and shone it at me. At first I thought she had a torch but she was actually getting light from the end of this stick." Paul paused. "She didn't recognise me, didn't know who I was then went outside and ran. I wasn't prepared for her to run and now I can't catch up."

"Why don't you change?"

"Because when i'm a wolf, how on Earth am I meant to talk to her and try to get her to remember?"

"Come on," Embry sighed. "We'll never talk about this, I promise." Embry changed into his wolf and ducked down, making it easier for Paul to clamber onto his back.

"Quil isn't replying either now," Seth complained, a low growl emitting from his wolf. "I don't know what she's doing but she's powerful."

"Fall back Seth," Leah ordered, shoving herself into his path so had to slow down and veer off course. "If she's hurting us, I don't want her hurting you. If she does that then I'd rip her throat out."

"Leah!" Sam growled; Jacob's, Seth's and Embry's growls accompanying. "You are in no position to make orders and you do that, then Paul would kill you."

"As if," she scoffed.

"Pack rules," Jacob informed her. "I was pretty convinced that everybody knew them. An attack on the imprint is an attack on the wolf. You hurt her, kill or maim, Paul has the right to kill you. I wouldn't stop him."

"But this is an attack on the Pack!"

"This is self defence!" Embry said. "Paul says she woke up and didn't recognise him. Then she freaked."

"So we're going to let her get away with this? She's killing them!"

"They're merely unconscious," Embry added after a second. "Knocked out cold but still breathing. She's not doing any damage at all. Leah, you're overruled."

Hermione could still hear the wolves following her. When that wolf had howled only minutes ago, he'd called for his Pack. She was in trouble.

Her legs wobbled and finally gave out and she threw herself forward, putting as much distance between them and her. She was breathing heavily - extremely heavily - and she knew that she couldn't hold her own against a pack of wolves, especially ones that size. She'd have to apparate to safety.

The wolves appeared only seconds later and she raised her wand, aiming at the large black one in the middle. They all stopped though, all three of them. One appeared a few moments later, carrying the man that was in the tent on his back.

"Hermione, please, come here." She shook her head and shuffled back but they still didn't make any move to close the distance. The man was starting to look frustrated. "Hermione, please," he pleaded.

She took one look at him, held the wand in her hand and apparated away to somewhere she knew was safe.

"What the fuck?" Jacob asked, "Where the hell did she go?"

I give no apology for how I've ended it. This chapter was 3,000 words. I had to cut it down because there is a lot more coming. Please, let me know what you thought of it. As we speak, i'm already beginning to write the next one so that should be up sooner rather than later!