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

Chapter 6 - The return of the Winged Werewolf

Chapter 6 - The return of the Winged Werewolf

Keeping true to their words, Harry and Leah left Italy after a week. They had found a dry cave where they stayed and there was a river close-by where they could wash themselves.

Even though Italy did not felt like his home, Harry admitted it was nice to rest his tired muscles for a while and to sleep for fifteen hours or so straight. After all, they were still werewolf teenagers. And like all teenagers, they liked their sleep.

Also, in their stay in Italy they shifted back to their other forms for a while. It was weird to suddenly walk around on two legs instead of four paws and to wear clothes instead of having a fur to keep you warm; which was getting used to after staying in wolf-form for so long.

"Do you even know where we are going?" Leah had asked her brother before they had left, stretching her slender arms above her head, knowing she would be a wolf for a while after they left.

"I don't really know," Harry replied honestly.

"Why can't we stay here then? I like Italy," Leah asked in curiously, her lime green eyes following her brother's movements.

"I just," Harry started, trying to find the right words to explain to his sister how he felt, "I just don't feel at home here, I want to find the place where I truly belong."

Leah looked at her brother. She always knew Harry was unhappy inside the great palace of their family. He did not want to be locked up inside his room, studying politics, battle strategies and other things benefiting for the future king. Harry wanted to be outside, to be free. And Leah knew that like no one else, for she understood her brother.

"Mother always said that home is where the heart is," she said softly, her throat clenching shut upon the memories of what happened with their parents and Leah saw Harry's jaw tense, "so where is your heart?"

Harry was silent for a while, blinking away the flashbacks of the dragon, the golden wolf, their death parents and the fire and replied, "That is what I'm trying to figure out."

After that conversation, they had shifted back to their wolves and continued their journey to the place they would be able to call home.

They ran on a high speed for many miles; past grand mountains, clear rivers and though thick woods, rarely stopping. Werewolves could run for a long distance without getting tired, young werewolves included.

The sound of something huge souring though the air made the werewolves stop in their tracks and look up at the sky with wide green eyes. A shadow doomed above them, a shadow with wide leather wings and a long forked tail.

A black dragon with electric blue markings all over his body flew above them, the tip of his coal black claws almost touching the trees above their heads. Harry's eyes widened and both werewolves pressed themselves flat against the high grass, hoping it could hide them somehow and remembering the destructive power of the dragon that destroyed the palace which made it able for the rogues to get inside.

This might be a different dragon, but it was a dragon nevertheless. And the appearance of a dragon had slightly scared the Styles siblings.

The black with blue dragon growled and he sniffed the air, looking down and finding the wolves hidden in the grass.

Black dragons were known for their aggressive behaviour and killing whatever entered their territory. And unknowingly, Harry and Leah entered the territory of the dragon, which made the dragon angry and it did not help their case that this dragon happened to despise werewolves.

The dragon growled and bared his sharp teeth before diving towards them with outstretched claws. Harry and Leah shrieked and jumped out of the way.

Normally werewolves weren't able to defeat a dragon. Dragons who are the rulers of the sky and are nearly invincible. When werewolves – or any other creature – encountered a dragon they barely had any hope of defeating the fire-breathing monster, they better flee and hope they get away.

And that is what Harry and Leah did, for they were not stupid.

They ran.

The dragon behind them roared; making the earth shake and some trees rip out of the ground. An incredible heat was felt – Harry feeling like he was melting on the spot – and a fire beam moved above them, setting the trees alight and blocking their path.

They skidded to a stop and looked back, towards the dragon that was gaining speed and flying towards them, the fires from hell spouting out of his mouth.

Harry's ears flattened momentarily and he growled, before jumping forwards and landing on the dragon's head. He looked straight into a red eye.

The dragon shook his head and easily shook Harry off, hitting him square in the chest with his spiked tail. The air escaped his lungs and Harry tumbled though the air before landing somewhere in a heap of brown fur.

The heard Leah shriek and he tried to stay up, but he couldn't move and he felt his consciousness leave him.

A blinding light from the sky made him open his eyes – somehow – and he saw the clouds moving out of the way for a great brown wolf with pure white wings and burning green eyes, surrounded by white and golden flames.

Winged Werewolf, Harry knew, recognizing the creature from the tales his father used to tell him when he was a child.

The Winged Werewolf went towards the shocked dragon and the last thing he saw were Leah's concerned eyes looking down on him.

Alright, the new chapter of Tale of the Werewolf is here! For those who haven't figured out yet, the Winged Werewolf that appeared is Raphael Styles, Harry's ancestor ;)

Make sure you comment below what your opinions about this chapter are! I Always love to read them! And while you're at it anyway, make sure you tell me your predictions too!

The picture at the side/above is what I imagine what a Winged Werewolf looks like. I't's basically just a large wolf with wings. Only, the wolves in The Werewolf Chronicles have completely white wings compared to the one at the picture! And the colours of their furs are a bit simplere, but it's the idea :)

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- Jack the Irish leprechaun