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Dear readers,
I know that some of you don't like Hermione's lack of independence and the rules of the clan but that's exactly like I imagine it. It will take a VERY long time for Hermione to really be able to use her power over the doms correctly and for the doms to not control her whole life. For them it is normal to decide everything for the subs. The whole story is about Hermione's attempt to understand how to use her power but it will take a long time. So you have to be patient.
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Characters: Hermione, Darius, Fenrir, Ages, Severus, Miller, Radgar...
Pairings: None
Warnings: drama

Chapter 28 – On the Run

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“He is a beta, Hermione. It’s normal to get shown your place from time to time. He will survive, and he is already his old self, but you... Damn, I would like to spank you as well to beat some sense into you.”

Hermione pushed Draco forcefully away from her. “You can't boss me around, Draco. I'm sick of all this, and I most likely will not let anyone spank me.” With that, she turned around, furious and stormed out of the storeroom. A plan was forming in her mind, and she was certain to go through with it now.

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It was a good thing Hermione was allowed to run around alone. That gave her access to the second floor where Roland's and Ages' packs were living. During her exploration of the house the past month she had found a storeroom for kitchen utensils there. After a few attempts, she had finally found the hall deserted and sneaked into the room to rummage for a knife.

With the knife hidden under her shirt, she sneaked down the stairs to the small hall in front of the warrior wing. The door to the warrior lounge was slightly open, and Hermione hoped nobody would see her tiptoeing over to the small alcove in which she had slept with Igor. There it was; the small window she had remembered. She hoped that nobody was flanking it as it looked so unimportant. At all of the other windows, a guard was running up and down outside. This window first led to a small cellar-like, roofless part of the building from which Hermione hoped to find a good view over the yard and the guards.

She heard voices come down the stairs before she had a chance to open the window. The men stopped at the bottom of the stairs, and Hermione pressed herself to the wall of the alcove, praying that they wouldn't come around to sit on the couch.

“Do you think he will spare her?” one of the men asked.

“No way. Haven't you seen how he glared in her direction? She should be happy he didn't punish her yesterday right after he had shown the head beta his place. Did you see how long the head beta fought the head alpha? That domination fuck was definitely long overdue.”

“Yes, it was strange. And then there was the Eldest and how Dorothea looked at the head beta. I mean, they always provoked him in the past, but yesterday was really tough on the head beta. It seems they had their reasons for the past provocation.”

“Definitely. I mean, he’d called the pup by her name as if he was still a wizard, and the Eldest said he was doing dangerous things with his wolf as if he were still separated from it.”

“Yes, but he looked quite one with his wolf when he shredded Alpha Roland to pieces. Damn, that alpha is amazing, but he had no chance against the head beta.”

“Yeah, nobody except for Alpha Roland would dare challenge the head beta; not even Alpha Fenrir.”

“I just hope the domination fuck has shown him his place. I don't want a dangerous wolf like him around the house when he doesn't know his place or doesn’t have his wolf under control.”

“Yeah, that wouldn't be good.”

Finally, the men moved on and stepped into the warrior lounge. Hermione dared to breathe deeply now and immediately tried to open the window. It hadn't been opened for some time, and she had to push hard to get it to open to the outside. It creaked loudly, and Hermione held her breath to listen to see if anyone had been alerted to her efforts. To her relief nobody came, and she dared to peek out of the window.

Like she had assumed, it led to a stony cellar-like hall with stairs that led to a part of the underground building. No guard would be able to see her climb out now. Outside, she realized the first problem with her plan. It was winter, and she wore a thin top and shorts and was barefoot. She shivered and hugged herself, which made the knife poke painfully into her side.

Slowly, Hermione climbed up the stairs and peeked out. Damn! There were guards; too many guards. The only good thing was that she was just a few feet away from the forest. She just needed to wait until the guards turned their backs to her and then all she had to do was run into the forest as quickly as possible.

It was a great plan, if they would just turn their backs, which they hadn't for ten minutes already. Hermione's feet felt like ice, and she feared they would freeze to the ground. Then it happened; the guard that had been looking towards the area that Hermione needed to run past was distracted by another guard. Hermione used her chance and ran as fast as she was able. Her feet weren't used to anything but smooth surfaces anymore, so she bit her lip when sharp stones cut into the soles of her feet. She had reached the seeming safety of the forest when a howl filled the air.

Hermione froze in place and looked around wildly, the knife clutched tightly in her hand. A cracking sound came from her left and she ran blindly in the other direction. Tears sprang to her eyes when she stepped on something sharp and her sole was cut wide open.

A wolf broke out of the trees in front of her and changed into a big black man; Ragdar. Hermione turned to run in the other direction but saw that her way was already blocked by another man. This one she only knew by sight.

Remembering the knife in her hand, she held it threateningly in front of her, flicking her sight rapidly between Radgar and the other guy. Luckily, they hadn’t made any move to come closer.

More cracking sounds were heard, and a black wolf with white feet almost ran into her before it changed into Darius; a furious Darius. “Give me that knife, pup.”

“No,” Hermione balked stubbornly, determined to hold her ground as she brandished the knife in Darius’ direction. She saw more people appear but Darius was the closest one, so she concentrated on him.

“Give me that knife!” Darius spoke slowly, emphasizing each word as he held out his hand.

Hermione stepped backwards, wincing when she put weight on her hurt foot.

“She’s hurt! Knock her over.”

Hermione heard Miller's voice and glanced with shock in his direction.

That gave Darius the opportunity he needed to grab her wrist and shake the knife out of her hand. He quickly bent her over his hip and gave her three hard swats that made tears escape Hermione's eyes.

“Are you totally crazy?” he shouted at her.

Miller was at her side now and pulled her out of her chosen sire’s grip. “You'll have time for this later. I need to check her over.”

Hermione cried pitifully while Miller threw her over his shoulder and carried her inside. The sheer numbers of guards made Hermione realize that she would never escape. Where would she have run to anyway? The hard reality crushed down on her, and she cried onto the back of Miller's shirt.

“What the hell...”

Hermione recognized Severus’ voice immediately. The ankle of her cut foot was grabbed roughly as she cried out in pain.

“You are in so much more trouble now, pup,” Severus snarled angrily.

Hermione wailed even more.

Miller stroked his hand over her leg. Hermione didn't know if it was an attempt to calm her, but she accepted any small comfort she could garner from the small action.

When Hermione was placed on the cold examination table, she realized to her horror that all of her mates were there, not just Severus.

Yorik was holding a furious Fenrir back from approaching her. Ages was also pacing the room in an attempt to calm down, and Toric and Janto stood a bit further away, but also with hard expressions on their faces.

Hermione sobbed and sniffed and couldn't even calm down when Miller placed a blanket over her and applied a warming spell. “Calm down, pup.”

“Calm down? Calm down?” Severus muttered angrily while he put the rubber gloves on. “What the hell did you do out there?”

His eyes were boring into her, and she knew he was reading her mind. Immediately, she tried to think of anything except what she wanted to hide from him, which of course had the absolute opposite effect.

After reading her mind, Severus groaned when he understood the cause of her behavior. “Now you will receive an even bigger punishment, pup. In addition, a painful healing procedure will be endured by your wolf, as well. The cuts are worse than last time.”

Hermione whimpered. She wished she would just black out.

“Did she...” Fenrir asked.

“No, she took the knife with her in hopes she could hold us away from her if we found her,” Severus answered tensely.

Fenrir seemed to relax a bit, and Hermione looked around resignedly.

Ages stepped beside her, blocking her view of the room. “That was the stupidest thing you could have done, pup.” He looked at her sternly, shaking his head in anger and disappointment.

Hermione felt horrible. Within moments she was unable to see at all. Hard sobs wracked her body and she wished she really would have used the knife for the reason that Fenrir obviously had thought she had taken it with her for.

A hand closed threateningly around her throat. “Don't even think about doing something like that!” Severus warned, danger lacing his deep timbre.

Another hand was placed over Severus'. “Head beta, she needs to calm down. This isn't helping.”

Hermione felt strangely calmed by Miller's words and breathed in deeply when Severus let go of her throat. He hadn't cut off her breath, but the fear of the action and of his threat had done the job.

“I want you to drink this now, pup,” Miller soothed while he lifted Hermione's head. A vial was placed to her lips and Hermione swallowed the vile tasting liquid in hopes it would knock her out.

It didn't, but she felt her body relax, and soon her mind followed. Miller waved his wand over her again, and her tears were gone and she could see clearly again.

Severus, meanwhile, had pulled a stool with wheels closer and positioned himself near Hermione's feet. His face still sported a frown when he looked in her direction. “Go over and take her hand, Fenrir,” he barked, slightly calmer now.

Ages stepped aside to give Fenrir room and went over to Severus, observing as the head beta lifted the blanket.

“I will clean the wounds now,” Severus announced as he prepared to work on Hermione’s injured feet.

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