Stone Circle you shall find that

memories stir.

spiderwebbed, covered in layers of dust untouched. a leatherbound book with yellowed, curled pages found in a decrepit, decaying box in an attic.

nanook; his sister.

valette; his mother.

which would make taktuq his niece.

nanoq was not the name i was given at birth, he admits; quiet, a secret for only her to hear. i was born newt, son of greyback and valette. imperial jade gaze softens even as pain of losing his family — though before him stood one so not all! — and then his memories and the slow process of regaining said lost memories jabs at him mercilessly.

that would make you my niece. nanoq states the obvious, without knowing what else to say.