Tale of the Werewolf King (Harry Styles) ['The Werewolf Chronicles' mini-series]

Chapter 3 - Harry Styles and Leah Styles

Chapter 3 – Harry Styles and Leah Styles

“I did not!” Harry shrieked.

“Yes, you did! I saw it with my own eyes!” Leah – Harry’s younger sister – fired right back at him.

“No! Liar!”

“You are the liar here!”

“No!”

“Yes, you are!”

“What is happening here?” Anne Styles said while walking in the room, successfully stopping the argument between the two siblings.

Leah pouted and put on her most innocent face. “Harry ate all my cookies!” She told their mother.

Harry gasped at her in pure disbelief. She did not just say that.

“Mum, don’t listen to her! She’s lying!” The fourteen-year-old yelled. “I didn’t eat her cookies, I don’t even like peanut butter cookies!” He argued.

Anne pursed her lips. It was true what her son said, he truly despised peanut butter cookies. While Leah on the other hand, adored them.

“Leah, what happened to your cookies? True story this time,” their mother said with her hands on her hips.

Leah’s shoulders slumbered. “I ate them, because I got hungry.” She muttered and Harry grinned in triumph, knowing he didn’t had the blame anymore.

“All of them?” Anne gaped, knowing there were around twenty peanut butter cookies the last time she checked.

“There are a few left…” Leah muttered making Anne shake her head in amusement, muttering something under her breath about teenage werewolves.

“You are going to help the cooks with baking new cookies then, because you have decided to eat them all.” She said and Leah nodded, walking off to find the palace cooks with a pout on her face.

“What about me?” Harry said with a sheepish smile.

The Queen shook her head in amusement at her son. “Go to your room, you’re grounded until dinner. Am I clear?” She said after a while and Harry nodded, knowing that if he disagreed those few hours could become a couple of days.

“Okay mother,” the young prince said and moved past her to go to his chambers, where he fell down on his king sized bed.

Harry looked up at the ceiling and closed his eyes, trying to get some sleep. Last night he went to Night and the other pixies of the forest. Harry became great friends with them and they always told him numerous stories. About Raphael and his Knights, the Angels Warriors from Heaven, fire-breathing dragons and terrifying and dangerous demons, and many more.

The young werewolf closed his eyes and fell in a deep slumber. Dreaming about dragons, angels and magic.

• • •

A few hours later he was woken up from his slumber by Logan Horan, one of the werewolf Knights of the palace. Harry had followed the Knight to the dinner room his family was already seated. While he ate his steak, he listened to his father talking about the Rogues outside of the castle that kept coming in greater numbers. The King voiced his worry about the safety of the wolves that lived in the towns surrounding the castle. Harry shrugged it off, not thinking much about it.

He wasn’t king yet, so he shouldn’t worry much about it. He trusted his father to come up with a solution, like he always did.

Harry stuffed the potatoes in his mouth, wanting to finish dinner quickly. He got a look from his mother about his table manners and he slowed down a bit, yet Leah was still the first to finish. When both of them were finished they were dismissed by their father.