I turned back to my father knowing that there were going to be questions that I couldn't answer. He watched me carefully making sure I wasn't going to disappear then waved me inside. With a sigh I went to where my living room was. Like the rest of my shack it was barely furnished. As I sat down I winced the pain of my wounds. I placed my hand down on the wound.

I jumped in surprise as I felt something wet through my shirt. The shirt was black so that if I pulled my stitches it wouldn't show. That made it hard for me to tell when I needed to restitch them. I pulled up my shirt to look at the wounds and wasn't surprise to find the stitches torn and bloody. I heard a sharp intake of breath and cursed my own stupidity. I kept forgetting my father was back.

He came closer to examine the wound. He pulled out his wand and said a complicated spell. After a moment the wound sealed. He checked for more wounds finding the one on my back and sealing it as well. He let out an angry hiss as he observed the scars that littered my body. Once he was sure he had healed my wounds he pulled up a chair.

He asked his voice tight as he controlled his anger," Who did this to you?" I clamped my teeth together to keep from saying. What not how. My father wouldn't understand what it meant. The Creatures of Grim were unforgiving even to those that shared their blood. Only the Beowulves seemed to accept me both in my human and wolf form.

It took me a moment to realize that my father was still waiting for my answer. I said with a shake of my head," I can't answer that. You wouldn't understand." My father's eyes flashed angrily. After a moment he asked," Was it that man?"

I snorted in disbelief. My father honestly thought Qrow would hurt me? Ozpin would murder him. I said smiling at the thought," No Qrow wouldn't hurt me. He's drunk not stupid." He raised an eyebrow at me and I said," Ozpin a... Friend. Would likely murder him."

It took me a moment to think of a proper term for the older man. Ozpin had been almost like a father to me ever since he helped me regain my humanity. Growing up as a child of Grim took its toll. I felt glad it was not close to the full and new moon. During those times when my Grim Blood was at its peak. So far only Ozpin had been able to control me when the Grim blood took over fully. It was a rare sight but it had happened.

My father raised his eyebrow giving me a look that said he didn't believe me. I shrugged he could disbelieve me all he wanted but there was no way in hell he would find out about the Grim. Or my job as a hound for that matter. Remnant was like the home I never had. With Oz's help I was able to realize that I could do more good there than here. He was going to bend the rules and allow me into Beacon two years early. It was only a year away and I typically spent six months at a time on missions then a couple week break before heading out again.

It was a difficult life but one I would never regret living. My father said interrupting my thought," Come you haven't eaten this morning and it's almost time for lunch." I blinked then nodded before heading upstairs to grab a new shirt. I grabbed my short sleeved green shirt. This particular shirt held beacon's crest just above the right breast. While I was not a student this marked me as Ozpin's ward. When I came down I saw my father stare at the crest before going outside without looking to make sure I was following.

We went straight to the dinning room where my mother and brothers already sat at the table. Gabriel said with a smirk," So happy to see you join us Harrison. What is that crest on you shoulder? A new squib club?" Before I could retort our father beat me to it his voice was like ice," You will not speak to your brother like that Gabriel."

The angry magic swirled around the room. It was rare to have anyone angry at the middle triplet. Normally all anger would be directed at me because I was the black sheep. I vaguely wondered if Ozpin had approved my mission with Qrow yet. My only hope was that he wouldn't send word through Sky while I was with my father. I would have a lovely time trying to explain that.

Almost as if on cue Sky pop in carrying food. She smiled kindly at me as she placed the food on the table. She could always tell when I had returned from assignment before anyone else. She put a specific plate in front of me and I nearly cursed aloud when I saw it. It was her way of telling me it was close to the new moon. My Grim blood would be at its highest peak soon. I would need to find a safe place to make the shift and make a den away from humans.

My father glanced at me curiously noting the sudden paleness of my face. Raiden asked curiously," Was that Qrow I saw earlier? I thought you had a falling out with the guy." I hid my surprise as I stated at my oldest brother. Qrow had been a regular visitor for a few years back when I was still in basic training. Oz didn't want to risk my Grim Blood going on a rampage.

I said with a mock grin," I did not have a falling out with Qrow. He's just a drunken idiot and I don't like spending my free time with him." Raiden smiled knowingly. He was the only one that wasn't completely oblivious. Raiden shrugged and said," It sure seemed that way when you almost took his head off with your sword."

We continued our banter like it was any other day. Raiden could be cold when he wanted but he didn't outright hate me like Gabriel. He recognized my skill with the sword I wore. The times that Qrow had shown up allowed me to practice here instead of Remnant. I could feel our father's eyes watching us in what I hoped was amusement.

A pop brought my attention to the doorway. Sky came in looking paler than normal and in her hands was an envelope. It was too soon to be Ozpin but who else would be sending me a letter? Who else knew how to contact me when I was off Remnant? Turning the envelope over I was relieved to see the Beacon crest on it. That meant it had to be from Ozpin and he had agreed to a hunter early. Raiden looked at me with a half fearful half understanding look. His eyes held a question and I gave a barely perceptible nod.

His eyes widened before he asked," May I be excused father?" Our father's eyes narrowed at the sudden change before he nodded. I asked rising to my feet," May I also be excused father? This demands my immediate attention."

He said looking at me sternly," No you may not. Sit child." Shit! I wasn't sure I could keep my secret much longer if I stayed. My eyes sought out Raiden the question relayed almost immediately. He nodded his assent he knew better than anyone that it was just best to let me do my own thing. Trying to control a hound was pointless. I wrapped the shadows around me and shadow walked to my room. I probably had about two minutes before my father came in after me.

I opened the letter and briefly skimmed over it I could read it fully when I returned to Remnant. It was orders I was to meet with Qrow on the outskirts of Beacon Academy armed and ready for battle in a days time. With a last sad look around the room I shadow walked to Beacon.