New fear set her heart racing again, this time from a clear and present danger rather than one rooted in the past. She picked up her pace, not knowing the exact range of the Manor’s wards but hoping desperately that she would be within their boundary and before Greyback caught her scent. She came to a small clearing in the woods when another howl, louder than before, echoed through the night. She glanced around for anything she could use to defend herself but the ground was bare save for a few late-fallen leaves. A large boulder sat at the edge of the clearing, and Hermione decided it was as good a place as any to hide out for a bit and hope she could avoid detection. She hunkered down with the boulder at her back, crouching as still as possible so as not to make any noise the keen ears of a werewolf could pick up. She dimmed her light to just barely glowing, and she waited.