Since there was no use hiding, Hermione rose to her full height, braced her feet a little more than shoulder-width apart, and took a long, deep breath. If she was going to be killed by a pack of werewolves tonight, she certainly wasn’t going to go down without a fight. She pushed back a pang of regret that she would never see her friends again, spared one second to mourn the life she’d never have, then settled into a grim determination. 