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

Chapter 7 - The family legacy

Chapter 7 - The family legacy

A groan left Harry's mouth and he tried to sit up. Only for a burning pain to be felt in his chest that made him fall back down.

"Easy there, young one. You took quite a hit, you need to rest," an unfamiliar voice said. Harry's eyes shot open and he looked up, meeting dark green eyes belonging to a tall man.

"Harry!" He heard his sister shriek. Leah was by her brother's side in no time, gently stroking his hair out of his eyes. But Harry barely noticed his sister. He was too busy studying the stranger who sat back on the grass, watching the sibling's interaction with a dimpled smile.

Harry turned to his sister and asked, "Who's that?"

Leah did not need to ask who Harry meant. She knew. "It seems like you weren't crazy," she muttered, remembering her brother's firm believe in angels and the Winged Werewolves. "Those Winged Werewolves of yours are real," she told him. She looked at the green-eyed man and said, "That's Raphael Styles. Our ancestor."

Raphael waved his fingers towards a shocked looking Harry and said. "Nice to meet you."

That was when Harry recalled what had happened. The black dragon. The fires of heaven that fell down from the sky. The Winged Werewolf.

A gasp left his mouth and he looked in full disbelief at his ancestor. Harry had dreamed his entire life about finding a Winged Werewolf. Or an angel. But when he finally crossed paths with one he was too dumbfounded to do anything.

His father told him that Raphael Styles disappeared around eighty years ago. Some even told him that Raphael had died. Harry knew Raphael wasn't death, the first King of the werewolves was right in front of him for crying aloud. But where had Raphael been?

"Where have you been? They say you just disappeared one day," Harry asked. His curiosity getting the best of him. He slowly sat up, being extra careful with the wound on his chest.

Raphael's green eyes twinkled. "The Angel Michael came down from Heaven," he said in a clear voice. "Winged Werewolves are part-angel. We are Heaven's creatures. We can live outside Heaven if we wish to do so, but one day we have to return."

"So you went to Heaven? Together with the Knights?" Leah asked in curiosity.

Raphael nodded. "It was time for us to take out place in Heaven," he told them. "I apologize for leaving so suddenly, but it was the best this way."

Harry put his hand on his chest and looked at the damage the dragon did. His shirt was ripped open in the front and there was an ugly gash in his flesh.

He wasn't bleeding though. There seemed to be crushed herbs placed over his wounds, giving off a spicy smell. Harry's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He didn't had much knowledge about medical herbs and he had no idea what those on his chest did to him.

"They stopped the bleeding," Raphael noted, realising Harry was staring at the crushed herbs on his chest. "You were bleeding pretty badly after the dragon's attack. I have found some plants with medical abilities and applied them on you. Those herbs should quicken the healing progress."

"Thank you," Harry said. Raphael pretty much saved his life. And if someone saved you the last you could do is thank them.

"Alright, alright," Leah snorted. "Enough about this herb stuff. I don't understand a think about plants anyway, minus the fact that they are green!"

"They don't have to be green," Raphael said in full on amusement. But from one glare from Leah he shrugged his shoulders and shut up.

"There is just one question I have for you," Leah said, slightly narrowing her pale green eyes on Raphael. "I get why you had to leave to Heaven, but why did you return?"