The werewolf growled, teeth tearing her flesh, but Annibell refused to give up, even taken by surprise, her wand knocked flying in the first attack, to one that took her to the ground. Screaming, not in fear, but in anger, and adrenaline, she wrenched her shoulder free, and turned to face the monster as it growled in bloodlust.

It lunged for her throat, but she got her arm up in time, so the fangs closed on that instead. The pain didn't matter at the moment, only survival did. She remembered from being a girl scout that the best thing to do if attacked by a predator, was to make it seem as if you weren't the effort of taking on. Of course, that didn't take into account the fact that werewolves and magic existed, that a human could transform into a massive canine, that had a taste for human flesh…but it was the best she could come up with.

So, with her hand inside the mouth, she grabbed the tongue of the beast and twisted, at the same time her free hand, now holding a rock form her fall, she bashed it on the tender nose. It gave a yelp, and let go, for a moment, before coming back, angrier. There was a nasty, malicious intelligence in the staring yellow eyes, and a line of silver fur ran down its back, like a silverback gorilla. Silverback… GREYBACK! Her stunned mind made the connection. She was being attacked by the most infamous werewolf in the wizarding world, one who planned out his attacks in advance, and, having embraced his curse, retained enough intelligence to remember, and carry out those plans.

Bell even knew why she was being targeted. Her father, a researcher into all things werewolf, after his brother was bitten and committed suicide upon realizing it, had been asked to join the death Eaters. Of course, being a good man, with moral and physical courage, he'd refused. Not to mention, his wife was a muggle, and he knew, the world knew, how Voldemort felt about muggles. So, his life was going to be destroyed, and he was to be killed, but not before he suffered. I'll be damned it I let them get away with this! She didn't know how she would survive, but sure as hell, she wasn't going to give up!

Instinct kicked in as the werewolf tried to jump on top of her, making Bell stick her legs straight up into the air. The wolf landed on them with a whuff of breath being knocked out of its lungs, and she lifted it up and over her head, and used the momentum and rolled to her feet, only to have her leg that had been savaged give out beneath her. In that moment, the seventeen year old knew she was doomed, even as her hand found her wand, somehow still miraculously intact. Fat lot of good it does me, the freaking thing is immune to most spells!

Another growl, lighter than the one from the werewolf in front of her, which was staggering to its feet, came from behind her. She risked a glance back, and cursed internally. There was a red-grey werewolf stood, snarling. She knew she was going to die, but she didn't want to do it without a fight, and giving the werewolf something to remember her by. Like say, being dead. But if it took a team of specially trained Aurors to round up a lone werewolf under a full moon, there wasn't a chance for her to deal lasting damage to a pair of them.

Annibell scrambled to put her back to one of the ancient pine trees, and froze, as a brownish, smaller werewolf attacked the black one she thought was Fenrir. What…the…Oh, right, they're territorial, taking out the threat before the prey. Too bad this prey fights back! She aimed carefully, watching the snarling ball of fur, fangs and fury. The opening she was looking for came, as the smaller one was thrown hard into a tree, and lay there limp. Bell conjured silver chains around Greyback, then a massive anvil shape of silver to land on its skull.

"Never, ever, letting anyone Apparate me anywhere, ever again. Ever. Even if they say that Uncle Slughorn wants to meet with me at Hogwarts. Left me in a freaking forest, got attacked by Greyback, obviously a set-up. I need to get to home. Now." Annibell, woozy as she was, from blood loss and the agonizing burning that spread from her wounds, dissapparated, not seeing the bigger wolf stagger off, after bursting the chains, deeper into the forest.