Newt's POV

His skin felt like it was on fire. The feeling had been coming and going for weeks now. It was as if there was fire under his skin trying to burn him from the inside out.

Currently he was supposed to be learning how to transfigure this cat. He couldn't even figure out what it was supposed to become. His head was pounding on top of his body being on fire.

Suddenly his senses heightened and the world turned into heat signatures. Newt not knowing how to react fell out of his chair hitting his head on the desk behind him. Fear coursed through his veins.

Heat signatures that he knew had to be his fellow students were all around him. It made his heart race with panic.

Vaguely he could hear someone calling out his name asking, "Mr. Scammander? Mr. Scammander? Newt?!"

It the familiar voice of his Defense Agaisnt the Dark Arts professor. If anyone could help him it would be this man. A small part of him knew that this was probably one of the few people here that could kill him too. Now more than ever he wished he had told the man.

Hands gripped his shoulders trying to get through to him. He only flinched away.

Professor Dumbledore ordered in a tone Newt had never heard before, "Everyone class dismissed. I need someone to alert the Headmaster to meet me in the infirmary. I need another to alert the infirmary that we have an ill student coming up."

Two voices said, "Yes, professor."

Then they were gone with the other students not far behind them. Once they were alone his favorite professor questioned seriously, "Newt tell me the truth. Were you bitten by a werewolf?"

Newt couldn't find his voice so he shook his head. No he was not a werewolf but they were close in relation.

"Okay, I believe you," arms wrapped around him," I'm going to pick you up Newt. I dont know what's happening so I wont use magic on you."

The professor was smart. He knew that using magic on the wrong kind of creature could encite them into a blood frenzy. Newt was fairly certain that didn't apply to skinwalkers but better safe that sorry.

The walk to the infirmary was shortened by the man's long legs. Even as they neared it Newt could feel the need to run. Run to the forest and never stop. It took all of his willpower to not do exactly that.

Just as they stepped into the boundaries of the infirmary his blood ignited again. Newt cried out as his body became flush with a fever. Against his will his body began to shake. It was almost like it was vibrating.

He began to thrash. Pain coursed through his body and he had to make it stop. Anything was better than this so long as the pain stopped.

Vaguely he could hear voices speaking but it was muffled by the sound of whispers and the roaring in his ears. The whispers were soft and loud at the same time. He couldn't quite make out the words however.

Riley's POV

Given his son's knack for finding and bringing creatures with him he wasn't surprised to get a call from the Headmaster. He wasn't even surprised when the man said that Newt was in the infirmary. What did surprise him was why his son was in the infirmary.

According to Headmaster Dippet, Newt was showing signs of pain and illness in his Defense Against the Dark Arts class. When Dumbledore tried to ask the boy what was wrong he reacted by nearly jumping out of his seat. From there Newt hit his head on the front of the desk behind him. What the professor saw next both shocked and frightened him. Not for his own safety but for that of his students. Newt's normally green eyes had gone amber in color. Then his body began to get an flush and his body temperature was on the rise.

Dippet was rightly concerned about his son. The man wondered if Newt had been bitten by a werewolf. Riley knew exactly what this was. He knew because he had watched his friends go through it years ago. How his own family had been disappointed when by the age of 18 he never changed.

This affliction was not caused by a bite. Nor was it lycanthropy. It was something far older than that. Genes played a large part in it.

When he left his clan in shame he never expected to find love. Or to have children with a human. While he had magic it wasn't nearly as strong as his wife's. Their children were strong with magic.

When he and Arya decided to try for children he told her the truth. That skinwalkers did live amongst humans. That he was an unchanged skinwalker. To his surprise she wholeheartedly accepted what he was. That there was a chance their children could become one.

In all honesty they had expected it to be Theseus. Out of the two children he was the stronger. He would have made a good alpha wolf. Sadly the gene did not pass into the older boy. If it did then it was recessive and might show up in his children. Though that was even more unlikely.

When Newt had been born it was both a relief and a disappointment. There was no way a little one like Newt could be a skinwalker. It just wasn't possible.

Where Theseus was hard and strong, Newt was soft and kind. He took after his mother in his love for creatures. The hippogryffs adored his youngest son. As he grew older other creatures flocked to him. That should have been his first sign and when he should have contacted Sherman Blackstone.

There was one wolf that was spoken about only in legend. One that came to the pack in its greatest need. A white wolf was rare but not even it would compare to a black wolf. It was said a black wolf only came once in a thousand years. Sometimes it was longer than that.

Unlike animagi skinwalkers hair color did not always match the color of their fur. For instance Willard Cates was black haired blue eyes in human form. When he was a wolf his fur was a very light grey.

Signs of a black wolf were hard to notice right away. Only someone trained to look for them would know. As an exiled member of the pack he was not one such person.

Now his son was going through the transformation process. One that could very well kill him because Riley had not been aware enough to know.

After he told Dippet that he would be right there he floo called the one person that knew where he was. Sherman Blackstone. The man was a cynical bastard and you never knew whose side he was really on. However if you needed help and the clan was out to kill you. He was the person to go to.

He landed inside the man's private house. It was away from the main part of town. Only his closest friends knew of it.

Sherman Blackstone was on the couch drinking scotch when Riley came through. Surprise and intrigue crossed the older man's face.

The man asked in a low baritone, "What brings you back to Wolf Lake, Riley? Surely not to reconnect with the pack you lost as a boy."

Riley shook his head and said, "No. Its happening Sherman. My boy is beginning to change."

That wiped the smile right off the elder man's face. He replied his grey eyes cold, "That's not possible. Theseus is in his twenties now. If one doesn't change before they turn eighteen they won't change."

Riley's heart broke as he affirmed the statement, "Its not, Theseus."

It took several seconds for the man to process this. Both of them thought that Newt wouldn't be a wolf. That he had too much human in him to turn. It seemed against all odds they were wrong.

Sherman said moving to stand, "I will need to gather a handleful of clan members. This is not something I can handle alone."

Riley though nervous nodded. Sherman would only gather those who he could trust. Or in the case that Newt's wolf was calling out to someone them as well.

It was rare but on occasion a wolf will call out even over long distances to one of their mates. Mates weren't always wolf. Some were in fact human. Wolves always had at least two mates. Primary and secondary. Occasionally in an extremely powerful wolf there would be three. At least one of which had to be wolf as well.

Before Sherman could even get to the door there was a knock. The scent was of loose pine. Not one that Riley was familiar with. Whoever was at the door was young. Maybe seventeen at most.

Sherman sighed, "Tyler. What could he possibly want? He never comes to see me."

The only way to find out was to open the door. Sherman opened the door revealing a blond haired young man. There was no way the man was over the age of seventeen. He was wearing a black button down dress shirt and pants. His eyes were an ice blue that held uncertain worry. When they met Riley's green ones there was curiosity.

Sherman asked carefully, "What are you doing here, Tyler?"

The man said his eyes going back to the older man, "You always said if we felt a pull to someone we don't know come to you. I have felt a pull for months now that I couldn't explain. Now I can feel a voice calling out to me through the clan bond for help. Whoever it is, is going to change soon. Within a few hours at most. I don't recognize the voice however."

He breathed, "Newt..."

Tyler's ice blue eyes narrowed as he inquired, "Who is this, Blackstone? Certainly not one of us. He doesn't smell like a wolf."

Sherman replied casually, "Because he is an unchanged," Tyler bared his teeth his eyes flashing the amber with his wolf coming forward, "None of that now. It is his son that is transforming tonight. I need to get Vivian and a few others. Tyler it's up to you on whether or not you come. This child did not grow up with our ways. Hes going to be confused and will need a teacher."

All three of them knew what the calling out had meant. Whether or not either of them would accept the other. That remained to be seen.

Tyler replied sternly, "I'm coming with you."