Sinead was running full pelt down a muddy road towards a small fishing town. Mud splattered up her legs and her blonde hair tangled behind her. Looking over her shoulder, she couldn't see the people chasing her so she took a sharp turn into an alleyway and crouched behind some bins. She looked across the alleyway to see dark skinned girl with brilliant brown eyes staring back at her, a smile on her face.

"Where the fuck is Robert?" Sinead demanded, "He was supposed to be waiting with the car."

"I dunno," said Alya, "I haven't seen him since we split up."

Sinead let out a growl of frustration. "This is so like him! I knew he couldn't be trusted!"

"He's trying his best," Alya always had the annoying habit of sticking up for people, "Come on we'd better go find the boys."

She stood up and went to the end of the alleyway. Sinead followed her and when the coast was clear they walked briskly out and down the street. They'd barely gone a few yards when Tom came round the corner.

"Have you seen Robert?" he asked.

"No," said Sinead, glad to see someone else was pissed off with Robert's behaviour, "He was supposed to be waiting at the top of the hill with the car but when I got there all I found was fucking Muggle policemen. I had to leg it down here to get away from them, they recognised me from the shop!"

Just then there was a blare of a horn, and a voice shouted "Well if it isn't the twat pack!"

The three of them spun round to see Patrick in the driver's seat of a battered old pick-up and Jones in the passenger seat. They ran and jumped into the back of the pick-up and Patrick drove off at a ridiculous speed, sending mud up at the three in the back. They tore back up the street.

They were heading towards the top of the hill. Sinead leant round and banged on Jones' window. He wound it down.

"Tell Patrick we can't go this way!" she shouted over the engine "There are Muggles at the top waiting for us!"

Patrick had obviously heard her because he took a sharp left nearly throwing Sinead from the vehicle. But it appeared they couldn't go this way either. The end of the road was blocked by two Police cars, and another pulled up behind them blocking their path.

Tom swore softly behind Sinead and Alya looked frantically at Sinead for some idea as to what to do next. Sinead jumped out of the vehicle as Patrick stopped the engine and he and Jones got out. Tom and Alya got out behind them and five of them stood in front of the car, facing the three cops ahead of them. Sinead turned to Patrick.

"Are we really going to do this?" she asked.

"They haven't left us a choice," he said, baring his teeth, "Besides, there's three of them, plus the one behind us. There are five of us and we're fucking werewolves. We can take them."

"Yeah, I suppose," Sinead sighed, "I don't think any of them even have guns."

She closed her eyes and when she opened them they glowed yellow. She bared her suddenly pointed teeth and flexed her clawed fingers. Alongside her Alya tensed and clenched her fists, and Tom and Jones flexed their muscles, ready to run. And on Patrick's signal, they did.

It was a blood bath. The five of them tore their way through the Muggles, ripping at their faces and throats and punching them hard. Once they were done, they vaulted over the cars and ran howling and laughing like idiots away from the village and into the nearby forest.

Sinead ran at the front of the group, jumping over rotting logs and tearing through brambles. When they were far enough away she fell flat on the floor and lay laughing up at the sky. The others fell down around her and the all went into hysterics. Their mouths and hands were covered in blood and although Sinead's teeth and claws were gone her eyes still glowed yellow.

Finally when they had composed themselves they got to their feet and started walking towards their camp. Alya was the first to speak.

"So what are we going to do about Robert?"

"Nothing," said Jones. He was a huge, muscular black guy with some serious cheek bones and Sinead reckoned he was about twenty three. His appearance was let down however when he spoke with a thick Black Country accent, "It's his own fault he got left behind he should have been there with the car."

"Yeah he was dead weight anyway," said Patrick.

Patrick was the leader of their little group. They were the only werewolves in Greyback's pack under twenty five so they stuck together and often broke off from the main pack. Patrick was tall and brawny with fair hair and perfectly kept stubble. As Greyback's daughter and therefore the second leader of the group (obviously a girl couldn't be first leader) Sinead was expected to one day hook up with him, but, despite his good looks, she didn't have the slightest inclination towards him. He was arrogant and violent, but the fact he'd been here six years (a few months longer than Sinead herself) he thought he was the dogs bollocks and reminded the others of this every day.

At his word the others accepted Robert's fate and they carried on in silence towards the camp.

He was right, Sinead thought, Robert was dead weight. He'd only been with the pack six months and no one had quite figured him out. He was a skinny guy with dark hair and an expression that gave the impression he was always looking over his shoulder for someone. He always can came back after a full moon the most beaten up and bloody but nobody quite knew why. He was low ranking in the pack but none of the others had particularly aggressive feelings towards him, and he wasn't one to pick fights.

By the time they reached their makeshift camp Sinead's thoughts were no longer on Robert, and she spent the rest of the evening laughing and talking with the others.