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Matthew's POV

He had a niece? Family was the most important thing to him. It had always been that way.

All wolves had two to three mates. This allowed them to choose the one they wanted to spend their lives with. Some had two wolves as their mates. Others like Matt had a wolf and a human mate. Matt chose his human mate over the wolf one. The wolf mate had already been chosen by another.

Sherman said drawing their attention back to him, "Her child is the one who is coming into his inheritance. We will need to send a party to introduce him to the clan. Any takers?"

Matt stood and said, "If he is truly my brother's grandson then I will go."

Tyler Creed stood his cold blue eyes meeting Matt's, "I will go as well. My primary mate is still unknown."

There was a few snickers from the lower members of the clan. They always gave the youngest Creed trouble. Not finding your primary mate was considered unforgivable. Even if one didn't choose that mate.

Creed's primary mate was a black wolf with piercing green eyes. Not a single member of the clan matched that description. Tyler hunted and hunted for the wolf. Eventually he had to give up the hunt.

There was a chance now for Tyler to find true happiness. The happiness he tried to find in Ruby Cates his secondary mate. Ruby ran away and they were trying to find her as well. She was trying to find her primary mate who she thought was human.

Sherman replied nodding, "As you will. Anyone else who will go? No. Then dismissed. Tyler, Matt stay a moment."

The other clan members filed out. Willard clapped him on the shoulder supportingly before leaving. When it was just the three of them Sherman practically collapsed into the chair. Matt went straight to his side while Tyler watched.

Sherman waved him off and stated, "I'm simply tired. Matt, Tyler, we don't know anything about this child. He likely was not brought up knowing of our ways. If we go about this the wrong way it will scare him off. His first change is fast approaching and as you both know, that is the most difficult. Matt, you and I will be the first contact. With any luck the family will be receptive to us."

Tyler grumbled, "I will watch the house and make sure they don't try to run with him."

Sherman nodded. Matt didn't like the plan. There was too many things that could go wrong. On top of that they had no protection from humans if they left Wolf Lake.

This was his only family however. Even if the clan had not decided to act he would have.

"Don't go trying to act on your own, Matt. That will only get us into trouble," came Sherman's sharp reply to his thoughts.

Right. For now they would just have to meet the child. If he truly was Riley's grandson then he belonged with the clan. Belonged with Matt.

Harrison's POV
Dreamscape

Just like every night since that first one he found himself back in the forest. The last few times he heard whispers that slowly got louder. They were gentle words but he couldn't make them out.

Harrison raised his head towards the full moon that shone down upon him. There was a sense of calm that came with the feeling. He was no longer afraid of the black wolf that always seemed to find him. Running was no use and it never seemed to want to hurt him.

He stood stock still as he heard a wolf howl. It was the same one from all his dreams. Then another howl answered it and he started with surprise. For the first time another wolf howled too.

There was always just one. What did it mean for there to be a second? Rustling was heard next to him and he turned to face a familiar black wolf. Despite his previous disbelief he knew what or really who it was.

It was him. This was his animagus form. Despite never taking a potion it seemed his inner animal had chosen him.

He bent down to eye level with the wolf. Their eyes were almost an exact match. The wolf's held just a brief swirl of amber.

The fur was softer than he was expecting. The wolf was so warm.

A soft growl drew his attention away from the black wolf. A grey wolf with blue eyes that held a hint of gold to them stood above him. His animal form bent its head in difference but didn't leave his side.

A soft voice asked, "Who? Another wolf?"

He wanted to ask what was happening but already he could feel the pull to leave. That he was waking up again.

"Who are you?"

The soft voice rumbled out, "I'll find you, little wolf."

End of dreamscape

He sat straight up on the hard bed. It was just before dawn and he was already awake. Just as it had been for the last several days.

This time had been the first time that he heard a clear voice. Who had been talking to him? He really hoped it wasn't another vision from Voldemort. That was the last thing he needed.

A voice snarled from the other side of his door, "Boy! Get up and make breakfast."

Sighing he gained his feet and changed into Dudley's hand me downs. They were a grey t-shirt five sizes too big and baggy faded jeans. Once he was changed he moved towards his door.

Making breakfast was typical for him as he made most of the meals. It was a huge spread of an English breakfast. His stomach rumbled at the sight of the sausage and bacon. The muffins and oats didn't interest him. Even though he was starving having not eaten in three days.

His nose twitched as the bacon cooked. His mouth watered. Trying to eat this food would only end in a beating for him.

As soon as he was done cooking Petunia shoved a list into his hands and snapped, "Have those done before Vernon gets home or you don't eat, tonight."

Harrison looked down at the list and winced. It was all outside duties and the temperature was supposed to get over 90. With a sigh he went outside and began to start on his chores.

The first part of the day he worked on the harder chores. Mowing the grass and planting new plants in the flower beds. Before he moved to water the flowers he sipped from the water hose.

On the other side of the fence he could hear noises. Someone had arrived. He knew from his aunt and uncle's reaction they weren't expecting visitors. If they were Harrison would be cleaning the house.

Harrison could hear movement as his aunt went to the door. Knowing that if he was caught slacking off it would mean a beating he started filling the watering cans.

A soft scent filtered across his senses. It was of an open fire on a plain. Two other scents were muted by this one scent. They were closer but somehow muted. What was going on?

As he lifted the water cans the scent drew closer. Almost as if the owner was curious about him. Just as he was curious about them.

His aunt's voice snarled from inside, "There is no one else here! If you do not leave I will call the police."

It couldn't be wizards, they would have sent him an owl first. Not that he received any communication from his friends to begin with. It hurt that his friends had not sent a single letter to him. Not even Sirius had. It was like no one cared that he saw a friend die.

His heart hurt at the thought of Cedric. It felt as if someone was tearing his heart out of his chest. His eyes teared up even as he picked up the water cans.

There was further movement inside this time frantic. Harrison dropped the buckets his right hand gripping his wand. His eyes narrowed at the door ready to move at a moment's notice.

Had the Death Eater's found him? No. They didn't have scents like the ones that now surrounded the house. These were wild scents that reminded him of Remus. Werewolves it seemed was more likely.

The door to the house opened and Petunia came outside. She growled, "There are some people that want to speak to you, boy. Make it quick. I don't want the neighbors to see."