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

Chapter 4 - The traitors

Chapter 4 — The traitors 

"This. Is. Boring!" Leah huffed. The fourteen-year-old girl was lying on her brother's bed, staring down at the ceiling with a bored expression.

Harry sighed, "I know, but you know we can't go outside, 'We have to stay here until the Rogue's are gone!'" He said in a perfect imitation of his father's voice.

Leah groaned, "But we're already inside for nearly a year! This is just ridiculous!" She argued.

Harry gave her a solemn look, "Try to tell that to dad," he said and Leah fell silent at that. The two siblings sighed and returned to their previous activities, which is staring at nothing in particular.

They have tried talking with their parents about going back to the woods — maybe even with an escort — but their parents didn't want to hear about it, they said it was too dangerous and the Rogues just kept coming in greater numbers.

"Why do you think there are so many Rogues in this area?" Leah asked curiously after a while.

Harry shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know. Maybe they form some kind of army to take dad's crown. It could be anything," he said.

Leah shuddered, "I hope that's not the case, that would be terrible," she said in a small voice. Harry turned around towards his younger sister and gave her a gentle smile, "If that indeed happens, I will kick their butts back to wherever they came from," he promised and Leah laughed aloud at that.

"I will pay some great money to be able to see that!" She said with an amused nod of her head.

Harry chuckled, "You do not need to pay in order to see that, dear sister. If we have to stay inside for much longer, I will just sneak out and kick their butts myself!" He said.

"I don't doubt you will."

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Harry looked both ways before he crossed the empty hallway, feeling the nerves settle in his stomach. After that conversation with Leah, he tried talking to his dad once more — without success. And he waited a few more days before he decided he would try to sneak out of the palace.

But Harry Styles always has been a clumsy person, and probably always will, for he knocked a painting to the ground with a loud crash that echoed around the whole palace.

Harry's eyes drastically widened and he gulped, mentally scolding his clumsy ways.

"Harry, what are you doing here? Go back to sleep," Kovu Malik said, walking out of his room and rubbing his eyes with a lazy yawn. Kovu was around Harry's age, so naturally, the two of them hung out a lot and became great friends.

"Uhm..." Harry said awkwardly, at a loss for words.

Kovu's eyes widened in realization, "You're going to sneak away, aren't you?"

Harry slowly nodded and Kovu's mouth dropped slightly ajar. The clearing of a throat made both boys turn around, startled.

Harry nervously smiled when he recognized the intruder to be his father. King Desmond wore his lime green pyjamas and his blond hair was slightly messy on top of his head. The king looked down at his son with a slightly narrowed look, giving Harry the idea that his dad probably heard his conversation with Kovu.

"Uhm... I'll just go back to bed now," Kovu said wide-eyed, awkwardly shuffling back in his room. Harry gave him a pleading look, but Kovu had already closed his door, leaving Harry alone with his father.

The werewolf prince gulped before he gave his dad his best innocent look. "Hi, dad. Nice evening, isn't it?" He tried with a dimpled smile.

Desmond sighed, clearly not buying his son's act. "Harry, go back to your room and get some sleep," the king said, "I expect you tomorrow morning in my office with sunrise, you better not be late." He added.