Luck, as was so often the case throughout her life, was not on her side. No sooner had she taken up her hiding spot than the sounds of something large moving through the trees reached her ears. Or somethings, as several pairs of reflective eyes glinted between the trees. Even one werewolf was likely more than she could handle without her wand, and her heart sank as six emerged into the clearing, intelligent and feral and snarling softly, their lips peeled back from their teeth. 