The next few days passed far too quickly, and all of a sudden the full moon was upon them. The pack were restless and fights broke out every ten minutes. Sinead, Patrick, Jones, Alya and Tom sat away from the others in a close group, fidgeting and casting frantic glances at the rest of the pack.

Sinead could feel the transformation getting closer. The headache that had been getting progressively worse all day was threatening to split her head open completely. Her muscles kept cramping and she was sweating buckets.

At about half past six, there was a crack through the air and Greyback walked into camp. Most of the pack avoided his gaze and kept to themselves. He glanced around at them briefly before heading over towards Sinead.

"You're coming with me." He said directly to Sinead.

Sinead felt the others all turn to look at her.

"What?" she said, "No, I'm staying here."

"You're coming with me, Sinead. We've got a job to do and I need a right-hand man."

Patrick stepped forward, "Sir, I would be more than happy to-"

"Fuck off, Patrick," Greyback snarled, without taking his eyes of Sinead, "Come on," he grabbed Sinead's arm, "We don't have time for this."

"Dad-"

Before Sinead could even argue, they had apparated, and were stood in an open field. About a mile away she could see a village, glowing in the orange sunset. Without a word Greyback started walking towards it and Sinead followed reluctantly. She wouldn't be able to get far enough away in the few minutes she had left, and even if she tried her Dad would stop her.

It wasn't uncommon for Greyback to take Sinead on "jobs" like this, but normally there was some sort of warning. A few days at least. He must have only been asked to do this by the Death Eaters this afternoon. She assumed it was the Death Eaters that had asked him anyway, but she was never told any details about who they were after or why. She just did as she was told to stay alive. Not that she thought her Dad would ever kill her but she couldn't say the same for some of his friends.

Greyback was terrifying at this time of month. He reeked of anticipation, hunger and ferociousness, barely able to keep himself remotely human even for another second till the moon came up. To be honest though she knew exactly why. As much as she hated it she felt exactly the same. That raw hunger burning inside her, making her reckless and volatile: before long she would be forced to give into it.

In fact, they were only half way towards the village when a wave of pain shot through her body and she screamed. She felt her knees hit the ground and her back arch. Her Dad seemed a million miles away now, his roars blocked out by her own screams. Her gums split as fangs broke through and her nails turned black and dragged across the earth. She felt her bones break and mend. Then her screams turned to broken animalistic shrieks and then silence.

The two wolves stood in the moonlight panting. One was large and muscular with a matted grey mane. It radiated strength and power, its hackles raised and ears back. The other was smaller and slim with a paler grey coat, and it looked fast. Its ears were pricked, its eyes darting and nose sniffing the air. The two met gazes for a second, and then the larger started forward towards the house with surprising speed for its size. The smaller one set of after it even quicker and the two sped towards the lights of the village.

Sinead arrived back at camp at about eleven the next morning. She trudged over two where Tom was sitting and flopped down next to him, lying on her back eyes closed. She wanted nothing more than to just fall asleep there.

To keep herself awake Sinead tried to remember the events of last night.

It was mostly just snippets but for years now she'd been training herself to remember more. When she was younger, Sinead would never remember anything, but as she got older she could remember more and more.

From last night she remembered transforming; seeing her Dad stood next to her in the moonlight; running towards the village; a window; someone screaming; running; flashes of red light; the taste of blood; running; more houses; more blood; a child; more running.

And then Sinead remembered the worst bit of all: the transformation back.

All of a sudden, as the sun came up, she'd gone from tearing across a field, high on adrenaline and hunger, to crashing. A dull ache spreading through her body, making her fur stand on end. Within seconds she was unable to stand, and within minutes she was curled naked on the ground, passed out from exhaustion and covered in blood and dirt.

She vaguely recalled her Dad looming over her, silhouetted against the bright morning sky. She remembered him throwing her some clothes. She remember disapparating. She remembered crashing down next to Tom.

It would be a few hours before she managed to keep track of any reasonable thoughts or memories, so Sinead rolled over and was asleep within seconds.