Time seemed to drag along at almost a snails pace within the Forest of Dean. Harry had a feeling it was the magic of the forest that made it feel that way, and he had even mentioned it to Ron and Hermione at one point but they just brushed him off. But Harry could feel it. He could feel the old magic of the forest caressing his own. It was a welcoming feeling, and Harry wasn't sure if he even wanted to part from it. It was not like he really wanted to go back to the world that he left behind. He no longer wanted anything to do with the war or the people that he was supposedly supposed to save.

It hadn't been long since he discovered what was really going on behind the white curtain of the light side of the war, and at first Harry could hardly believe that his friends of almost seven years hadn't really been his friends at all. At first it was a devastating blow to Harry and he wasn't sure what to do at all anymore. The light side of the war, and Ron and Hermione's friendship, were among the only things he knew up until the point he was at, but he had come up with a brilliant idea. Harry knew that his not friends were only waiting for him to destroy the rest of the horcruxes before killing him, but he wasn't going to let that happen. They hadn't been paying very much attention to him while in the Forest of Dean and he was pretty sure that he could sneak away from them quite easily. At this point Harry was just biding his time until he could take off and never be seen again. It would especially be easy to get away from them because they were both betas, like Harry, and their senses were not as sharp as an alphas or even an omegas. But there were a few drawbacks to his plan.

Harry looked over at his past friends from the other side of the open clearing that they had set up camp in. They were huddled together talking closely, and they seemed to be trying to play off the whole 'they were a couple ploy' as to not make Harry suspicious. If only they knew how easily he could see through their act.

While looking around the surrounding forest, Harry took in a few deep breaths. He needed to come up with a foolproof plan to get away from here. While they hadn't really been paying him much attention they would still have the ability to track him if he happened to disappear. The only thing he could think of so far was to take all of the wands and run, but that was a completely impossible feat. Hermione always had her wand in hand, and if she didn't have an eye on the wands, Ron did.

Harry ran his hands through his hair in frustration.

"This is fucking impossible." He muttered in defeat. There was no way to get away from his self-imposed prison.

Dejectedly he flopped himself down upon the ground and looked around in contemplation. At this point he was kind of hoping that Voldemort would come and pick him up to take him away, but trading one side of the war that wanted to kill him for another one didn't really sound like a good deal though.

With a snap of a twig, Harry shot back to attention. It seemed as though Ron and Hermione were finished talking and were on their way over to where Harry was sitting. While pulling in a dejected sigh, Harry stood up and walked forward to greet them.

"Guys, you should really try to be more careful about what you step on. We don't want to draw the attention of any snatchers that might be in the area," Harry said to them as they got close to him, but to be honest the snatchers would probably be a freaking blessing at this point.

"What are you talking about mate?" Ron snapped back in a questioning tone. "We didn't make any noise."

Harry stared at both of them cautiously and looked around. "I heard a twig snap just a second ago. Are you telling me that it wasn't you?" Fear and anticipation gripped him hard in his stomach. Maybe he would get lucky and the snatchers had found them. It would be the perfect cover to run for it!

"No, Harry, that wasn't us," Hermione answered with, what seemed like, barely restrained cynicism to Harry, "are you sure you are not hearing things?"

He almost felt himself bristle at her words. He knew what he heard. "I know what I heard, Hermione. Maybe it's nothing though. Maybe it is just some animal that got close." Harry couldn't help the barely restrained sarcasm that bled through into his words. Hopefully they'd just read it as frustration with their 'quest' and not with them.

Hermione didn't say anything back; instead, she glanced around at their surroundings.

"We'll split up and check around perimeter to make sure that no one is near. When you feel as if the coast is clear, and you have checked thoroughly, we are to meet back here." And without another word she and Ron broke off from him and left the clearing.

With apprehension, and barely veiled anticipation, Harry left the clearing and walked in the direction in which he thought he had heard the twig snap.

Even in the wet and cold surroundings of the winter forest, Harry felt at peace and at home. Maybe it was just all forests that felt like this to him. Even the forbidden forest, with all its dangerous creatures, seemed to have a homey and welcoming feeling to it. Maybe once he got away from the wizarding world permanently he would just live out in the woods somewhere. To Harry it didn't sound like a half bad idea.

As the trees got progressively thicker, Harry returned his focus back onto the task at hand. There was a chance that this would be the perfect chance for Harry to get away, and he wasn't going to squander it.

Trying to be as quiet as possible, Harry weaved his way through a denser area of trees and the thick undergrowth. Something was out here in the woods with him, and he wasn't sure if it was friend or foe, but it was not like it mattered though, for he had been in the presence of foes for a while and he wasn't dead yet.

'Yet being the key word' He thought sarcastically as he continued to trek further and further away from the clearing where they were camped.

He made it a few more minutes out into the forest before he realized that the forest was completely silent. Not one creature or sound broke the deafening silence. Something dangerous was out here with him. Only an exemplary predator would have caused such an unending silence.

Slowing his pace to almost a dead stop, Harry tried to survey his surrounding so the best of his abilities. Something about the forest had changed. Like the energy had been supercharged by a being of extreme power. The additional energy of the forest caused tingles to run along Harry's skin, and he wasn't exactly sure if he liked it or not.

A soft rustle of the ground within feet of him caused Harry to freeze and tense. His fight or flight senses were rapidly raging inside of his mind, and he knew he didn't have very long to decide. Without much though on his part he took off running away from the noise and even farther away from the camp.

What ever it had been that had been near Harry swiftly made chase after him. Harry's heartbeat was running completely erratic within his chest and a sense of fear and adrenaline had taken a firm hold on his mind and body. For some reason, deep inside of him, an archaic part enhanced and fed off the sensation of the chase. For some reason an isolated and buried part of him was enjoying this odd chase, and it scared to absolute shit out of Harry. He had only read about this feeling in old tomes that described the ancient rituals in which an alpha would chase an omega to catch and breed them. Harry had no earthly clue why on earth he was feeling this sensation. He was a beta, not an alpha or an omega. He was one of the in-betweens. He was part of the dynamic that was completely null in relation to the others. Beta senses were diluted, but at this moment in time it felt like his senses had superseded anything he had ever experience. For some ungodly reason this chase made him feel alive. The feel of the branches smacking and cutting his arms and the feel of the sturdy ground underneath him made him feel wild with life. The forest around him and the creature chasing him were the only things that seemed to hold a purpose in his mind.

It was terrifying and exhilarating all at the same time.

His only problem at the moment was that whatever was chasing him was catching up, and it was catching up fast.

Before Harry even had the chance to cut into a completely different direction in the hopes of throwing off his pursuer, the creature following him tackled him to the ground harshly.

Even though he was thrown to the ground and pinned, Harry did not stop trying to get away. He knew now that it was a human form from the huge hands that were holding his arms to the ground. The grip was vice like, and even though Harry knew that there was no getting out of this grip, he still tried to fight it and break free.

Whoever was holding him just hovered over him until Harry wore himself out from fighting. After about five minutes Harry finally gave up and slumped boneless to the ground. He was now ready to face his reality that he was captured and there was nothing he could do.

On the bright side it seemed like whoever it was didn't want to kill him because Harry definitely knew that if they wanted to they could have already done so.

The figure above him huffed and then seemed to bend down closer to Harry, and he could swear that he heard the figure on top of him sniffing the back of his neck, and then, without warning, Harry was unceremoniously flipped onto his back to where he was facing his capture.

"So what is a small little wizard doing out in the middle of the woods all on his lonesome." The figure above him huffed with an intimidating scowl on his face, and if Harry were to be truthful with his self he would definitely admit that it was a very handsome face. He was kind of dumb stuck to be honest. The man above him dwarfed Harry in body size most definitely, but the feature that was the most stunning were the mans deep blue eyes and silver streaked deep black hair that fell around his sharply featured face.

Harry's mouth ran dry at that moment and he didn't know how to answer the man's question. There was the chance that this person wouldn't take very kindly to the fact that they were in fact holding down the Harry Potter.

Thinking much more quickly than he probably should have, Harry shouted out the first truthful thing that came to mind.

"I was running from the war." He blurted out. Well it wasn't the worst thing he could have said in this situation. But what surprised harry the most was that the man above him looked pensive about his hastily thought out explanation.

"From the Light side of the war or the Dark side?" the man above Harry asked while looking around at their surroundings. He seemed poised for any threat that could possibly show up.

"I'm running from the Light side of the war," Harry explained slowly, "I want nothing more to do with their manipulations and bullshit!" The fire in his voice seemed to take his captor by surprise, and Harry wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not.

The blue-eyed man seemed to contemplate Harry for a bit before standing up and yanking Harry up with him.

Harry jerked, startled at the sudden movement until a strong hand came down to grip his shoulder. From this holding point the mysterious man led him off further into the wood and further way from the camp.

"If you are running away from the Light side of the war than I am just going to bring you with me back to my pack. We need new members and I feel like you would fit perfectly.

Harry didn't even know what to say to that. A pack? He was found by a werewolf. Of all of the things that could happen to him, but he didn't even bother complaining. Even being kidnapped by a werewolf of all things was better than staying in the middle of the forest with two so called friends that were planning his death. Yeah, Harry thought while he was being lead further and further away from what he thought he knew, maybe this wont be so bad after all.