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So this is a warning for you now. The ending is official and it will not be a happy one. If you are looking for a happy ending I would probably suggest any other author. You have been warned.

Marvolo's POV

With how long his son had been gone and with no news from Malcolm, Marvolo decided to take matters into his own hands. The first step had been going to Gringotts. His followers mentioned a drastic decline in goblins at the bank.

When Lillian died he never had her will read. There wasn't a need for it. When he went to the bank he found out what a mistake that was. His wife had left him letters about wolves. She had left him one of the rarest books in the world.

The book of the moon. At one time it was wildly popular. People of all cultures read it. Right up until the race for paradise. The worst of it didn't hit until the 40's and 50's.

Wolves by that point had already been declared extinct but a disease ravaged both muggles and wizards. It was aptly named Paradise sickness. People that contracted the disease lost their minds.

They thought everything and everyone were wolves. Eventually they would fall into a coma. It was said that the coma showed what their paradise was. No one knew for sure for no one who contacted the disease came out of that stage.

Marvolo knew most of this because he had seen it. Growing up he had seen people fall to the illness. When Lillian came into his life that was the happiest he felt.

When she died killed by the Light Wizards that opposed him, he closed himself off. Both to his sons and to his followers. If he had not then there was a chance he might have seen the signs. His youngest son and heir was a wolf, just like his mother.

The letters went further into explaining what happened. Lillian had known she was going to die. That the time of her clan of wolves was coming to an end.

The Okami clan was one of the largest wolf packs in the world. They held a seat on the high council. It was the council and the Light Wizards working in collaboration that killed her clan.

Wolves were promised freedom. The wizards the promise that the way to Paradise would never be opened.

By the time the attack happened only a small portion of the clan remained. The rest had scattered to the wind on her order. They would wait for the call of the Okami heir.

An heir's call was a rare thing and it would rally the remaining clan members together. Lillian summarized that it would be Harrison who opened the gates to Paradise.

What she wrote next chilled him to the bonev She stated that their world was dying. Magical creatures had seen the signs for centuries. Their preparations were finally coming to a head.

Goblins refused to explain what would happen. They were shutting themselves off in preparation. Paradise was the only hope for many.

As he reached the end he almost missed a page. It was stuck to the one before it. When he peeled them apart he could only stare.

A list of names with birth and death dates adorned the page. Some dated all the way back to the early 17th century. It was a list of all the previous clan elders. All of whom had died at or on the same day as Lillian. Except one.

There was a single clan elder that despite the odds had survived. A name that had struck fear into the hearts of all wizards for almost two decades.

That made his decision for him. Journey or not he had to find his son.

Harrison's POV

The raven led them across snowy plains. For the wolves it was slow going as they had to slow their pace for the human. The trails they were taking them lead them far from human habitation and where the car could go.

Quent was unused to traveling in the conditions but he did his best to keep pace with the wolves. Malcom scouted ahead while Harrison enjoyed the snow.

While enjoying the snow he was constantly aware of everything around him. Last time there had been a bear attack. He didn't want to be caught unaware by another challenge.

It was two weeks of travelling with Quent that the strangest thing happened. His raven disappeared. Harrison as per the normal at night had been chasing it. Chasing it to some unknown range of mountains.

Flashes of images came with the chase. A bear, a wolf, a mountain lion, a fox, and a raven. A calm voice soothed his nerves saying things that he would not remember in the morning.

As they broke camp Harrison frowned noticing that his raven was gone. There wasn't any indication of where it had gone.

Malcolm immediately asked noting the frown, "What's wrong?"

"The raven it's gone," replied Harrison.

It didn't even take a second for both men to look up. Spirit guides did not suddenly disappear. The raven had not left him once since the journey began. Even when he had faced off with the bear it had been there.

Malcolm frowned and said hollowly, "It cant be. It's too early in your journey."

Harrison almost asked too early for what. Then he remembered the stories.

Heir journey's were different from the others. At some point during the journey a choice had to be made. That choice would decide the fate of the wolf in question.

Would they become head of the clan? Or would they be forever stuck as the heir?

That part of the journey was always strifed with inner turmoil. The choice would be one that decided not only his fate but the fate of all of his clan.

Malcolm said, "Then we will stay here. This part is for you and you alone. My only advice is follow your heart."

Quent looked like he wanted to argue but a cold look from Malcolm stopped him. It seemed he was in fact alone for this part. Despite being alone for most of his life this scared him.