Glad I'm not the only one who likes angry Hermione. We'll be seeing more of her, I'm sure.

"How the fuck did that not break your hand?" Jared howled, staring at the little witch in disbelief. "That's fucking crazy!" He turned to look at the rest of his Pack to see their faces all wit various degrees of amusement. "Oh. I get it now."

"You do?" Hermione asked, eyebrow raised.

"Of course. You used a spell on your hand to give you extra strength and protected it from damage."

Hermione's hand smacked her forehead. "You're an idiot."

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are," she argued. "Look at our Pack." She held her arms wide, indicating the small group that was standing there; Seth was standing in the doorframe, munching on a burger. "Everyone is here."

"Can't be," Jared pointed out. "Leah's pup isn't here."

"Fucking hell," Paul gasped, shaking his head as he stared at his best friend. Hermione's face was turning red and none of them knew whether she was angry or trying not to laugh.

"I'm going to bite you," she told him bluntly before transforming into her small wolf form and lunging.

"Fucking hell!" Jared screamed, jumping away in a panic. Hermione carried on nipping at his heels, barking annoying between every snap. "You're Leah's puppy!" Her teeth connected with his leg and he yanked it back, grimacing at the pain as some blood welled from the marks. "But you can't be Leah's puppy. You're Paul's puppy? Hang on! How the hell are you a puppy anyway?"

Hermione stopped pestering Jared before running indoors where Seth explained that she was going to get something to change into since she just shredded her clothes because of his idiocy.

"How is this possible?" Embry asked, looking to his best friend and alpha. "It can't be."

"She has to have got the wolf gene somehow," Jacob confessed, looking uncomfortable since he knew how much she didn't want the outcome to be true. "It could be dating back further than we're imagining but either way, someone in her family wasn't loyal."

"And since she's part Swan and part Granger, being around this many vampires would've turned Bella sooner if it was the Swan side of things," Paul added.

"Her mum?" Embry asked, eyebrows raised in what could be perceived as shock or worry. "That's rough."

"No kidding," Leah snorted. "Finding out that the man you consider a dad isn't biologically and that your mum was unfaithful at one point in her relationship. I'd hate for that to be me."

The small Pack were silent until Hermione returned moments later and they acted as if the previous conversation didn't happen, even though she had heard every word and they'd known it, though it hadn't been at the front of their mind, since it was something they were still getting used to.

"So, did you imprint as well?" Jared asked, eyeing the look between his best friend and the witch. She nodded, wrapping her arms around Paul's waist. "How does that even work? Surely it causes problems?"

"How so?" Hermione asked, frowning with hurt.

"I don't mean it offensively," he reassured her. "But Paul, before you phased, was protective and worrying enough, that's what an imprint does. We're what you need but we put you above everyone else, even ourselves. We'd catch a grenade for you, take a bullet straight to the brain for you."

"Shut up quoting Bruno Mars," Leah snapped, her face turning to disgust before she decided that running patrol and being away from imprint talk was better and leaving.

"His point," Embry carried on, "Is that one imprint is sacrificing enough. The two of you, always willing to jump in front of the other, will probably cause problems."

"Let's not worry about that right now," Hermione muttered hastily. "You two will probably want some food or at least a place to rest. We'll talk strategy and worry about clashing lovers afterwards."

"Okay," Jared agreed, his stomach rumbling.

"You can go too," Rachel offered, sipping at her coffee dejectedly. Embry and Jared had only been gone two hours and weren't due to take over patrol for another two so they were still in the clear. "I know you want to."

"I do," Quil agreed, bobbing his head. "But, it's easier for you and Kim to let them go since you can understand the whole situation. It's easier for them to let you go since they know you can defend yourself but also because I'm here."

"So you can't leave because of Claire?"

Quil sighed, taking a huge bite out of his sandwich so he didn't have to answer straight away. "Partly," he admitted once he'd swallowed. "I see her almost everyday and I'm her big best friend. If I suddenly didn't turn up, she'd be sad and I'd feel that but she's so little and I know that she can't protect herself so it makes my wolf feel better that I'm closer to protect her. There also isn't another wolf around to protect all three imprints."

"What about Brady and Collin?"

He shrugged. "We don't know what they think. They're young and have no ties to the other Pack because they haven't got close enough to us yet since they're still so young and adjusting. This whole situation is too large for them and they're handling it like champs but I don't know how they'd cope if they had to worry about three imprints that weren't theirs."

"I forget how young they are. It's a grown up world for them to be in." Quil hummed his agreement. "You're all too young for this."

"Too young for Pack fights with brothers, yeah, but too young to be awesome wolves and killing vampires? Hell no!"

"You're a strange one."

"Sam?" Emily mumbled sleepily. "What are you still doing up?" He hadn't moved from the spot that he'd been in when she'd cooked up dinner and that was hours ago. The empty plate to his side showed that he actually had eaten, which was something she wasn't too sure would happen.

He was still staring out into the forest from his seat on the back porch and he didn't even turn to acknowledge her question.

"Sam, what's wrong? You're taking this hard."

"We were abandoned, Emily," he said through gritted teeth. "People I have trusted with my life, didn't trust my judgement and left."

"They have different views," she said, like she'd said the first two times. "They're closer if things go bad, as well. Surely that helps."

"I was their Alpha," he hissed. "That should've been what counted."

"Sam-"

"No, Emily," he interrupted. "They picked up and left to side with the leeches, creatures that they have complained about since the day they phased. That's not right!"

"Sam-"

"Stop trying to interrupt me, please," he begged, standing up and whirling to face her. "I have so much on my mind having you tell me that I should go to sleep and get some rest before I worry about it some more. Because I can't! I can feel in my gut that something bad is going to happen and is probably happening right now!"

Sam panted heavily, all his anger at the situation finally being let loose. He didn't know it was possible to shout at his imprint, although he supposed since he was shouting at her about her, then it made things slightly easier.

"You should go then," she told him, wrapping her robe around her tighter. "If you think something bad is happening, then you should gather your Pack and check things out. When has your gut been wrong before?"

Sam smiled slightly, only the right corner of his lips quirking at her. No wonder she was his; she understood his needs. He doubted any other imprint would allow their wolf to run off in the middle of the night.

"You're the best," he cried, rushing to her to give her a deep kiss. "I'm going to check in with Brady and Collin before picking Quil, Embry and Jared up." Emily chuckled slightly at the new life that Sam had suddenly received. He kissed her again before bounding off to phase, kicking his shorts off quickly before transforming into his wolf.

"How are things?" he asked, seeming to appear in the middle of a conversation about food between the two young boys. It didn't surprise him too much, they were all known to think with their stomach.

"They're quiet now," Brady answered. "Two of them ran out a while ago, we're just patrolling to wait for them to return."

"Why didn't you call?" Sam questioned, his Alpha mind taking lead. More paws on deck could've helped.

"We're sorry, boss," Collin apologised. "But you said that you were taking a rest and that we were to take patrols until you guys came back."

Sam sighed. He had said that. "It's okay," he told them. "Do we have any idea why they left?"

"Hunger," Brady guessed. "There aren't a lot of animals in their house besides the other Pack and Bella and we all know how unappealing we are and they wouldn't hurt Bella."

"And only two of them left," Collin continued. "Which means they have to return and others have to leave. There isn't any other way back and forth, not without magic and Hermione's the only one they know who can do that and she's in England."

"So we have a definite chance of catching them, picking them off, one by one," Sam concluded. "I'll get the others. We need every hand on deck."

He left the two of them, ordering them to carry on patrol before making his way to Jared's house which he arrived to quickly but was encountered with only Kim and his Mum, both of whom were sleeping. His scent led to the Black's residence where he knew Embry was and more than likely, Quil too.

Quil met him outside Jacob's garage and phased.

"Everything good, Sam?"

"Couple of the Cullens have made a trip out. They're yet to come back and we could do with some extra hands. Where are Jared and Embry?"

"I'm not too sure," Quil answered and Sam could smell the lie.

"You do know, tell me where they are." Sam was impressed that Quil's mind didn't even flash to it, instead choosing to focus on Claire. Instantly his mind was swarmed with images of the little girl. "I order you to tell me where they are."

He resisted, Sam could see the war on his face and in his mind. Before Quil could reply, a loud howl erupted from the direction where he'd left Brady and Collin and then he pegged in on their conversation.

"Sam," Collin's panicked voice came. "Jared and Embry were scented entering the Cullen's territory, in wolf form."

"They're not on our link," Brady added. "They joined the other Pack."

Sam howled loudly, a howl that was filled with agony, anger and betrayal.

Hermione turned to Jared and Embry, handing them a drink before she plopped down onto Paul's lap and snuggled down to get comfy.

"Sounds like the wolf is out of the bag," she muttered, nuzzling Paul's neck. "Welcome to the dark side." She raised her drink in congratulations, smirking at them before taking a gulp as she tipped her head back. "We have cookies, and a lot of good food."

"And the better wolves," Paul added.

What do you guys think of a Hermione/Stargate SG1 crossover? I've got an idea in the works and I want to know if people would be interested in seeing the two worlds combine. Let me know!