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

Chapter 8 - Hiding within the shadows

Chapter 8 - Hiding within the shadows

After Raphael had appeared and handed the family legacy over to Harry, the siblings continued the journey.

They had decided to go to Germany, where they would wait until it was time to go to the United Kingdom.

Raphael told them they had to wait a hundred years for the others to be born.

So waiting they will.

50 years later

Harry could feel it. He could smell it in the air. Feel it through the grass between his toes. He could feel it coming. The darkness Raphael spoke of, fifty years ago.

Harry did not liked it. Actually, he had a bad feeling about it. And over the many years Harry had been alive, he had learned to trust his instincts.

The large brown wolf looked in the distance once more.

Fifty years ago, he and his sister went to the southern parts of Germany. Harry knew that this country was once a battleground. A battleground that had once decided the fate of this world.

He had a feeling that some years later, another battle would take place. Another time and another place.

His emerald green eyes swiped over the area once more and when he could see nothing suspicious, he spread his wings wide and soared up.

He went back to the place he and Leah had called their temporary home.

It was nothing special - especially compared to the palace they grew up in. It was basically just a cave. The front of the cave was wet and cold, but if you went further in the darkness, you would end up in a warmer place. It was large enough to hold a small pack of around twenty wolves and there was a hot spring in the back. The area was lighted with natural crystals, which were separated over the place.

Harry landed in front of the cave and shifted back. He shook his long hair out of his face and carefully went inside the cave, being careful not to tumble and fall over the rocks.

He checked the protection circles against demons and when he deemed them to be still working, he went deeper into the cave.

It got colder, until Harry reached the large area. As he already expected Leah was in the hot spring. She lazily opened her lime green eyes, greeted her brother with a wave, and disappeared under the warm water again.

Harry went to the other side of the room and sat down on one of the straw mattresses, looking up and thinking about the strange feeling he had.

"What you thinking about?" Leah asked him. She had gone out of the hot spring and had wrapped a woollen cloth around her body.

"I don't even really know that myself," Harry replied with a sign. "Do you remember when we met Raphael?"

"Of course I do," Leah said, "it's hard to forget the fires of Heaven."

Harry held up his hand and looked intently at his skin. For less of a second, he could see his skin become transparent so he could see the golden-white Flames pulse through his veins.

"Have you already managed to control your flames?" Leah asked out of curiosity.

"No," Harry said. "Heavenly Fire seems to have a will of its own. It's hard to control."

Leah groaned and sat down next to her brother. "So no progress it seems," she muttered under her breathe. "Raphael could have told you how to control the flames before he left, at least."

"There are things you need to learn on your own," he quoted his father. "I assume this is one of those things."

"I get that," Leah argued, "But couldn't he give you even one hint? You have the blazing fire of Heaven, but you can't even use it!"

"I know how to use it."

"Knowing how to use it and how to control it are different things," the girl replied at that. Harry knew she was right, as she often was.

"I guess I just have to keep trying then," Harry mumbled, folding his hands behind his head and leaning backwards against the wall of the cave.

Heavenly Fire confused Harry. Sure, he had the advantage of never growing cold again, it was almost impossible for him to get ill as well, but he also found out that it was hard to control.

Once, he lost control of his emotions and he got angry, the flames suddenly flared up around him and he accidentally burned down a great part of a random forest they happened to pass. Harry had no idea how to control the flames. He was somewhat scared as well.

What if he never learned how to control the flames of Heaven?

What would happen then?

"Don't worry," Leah said, reading the struggle on her brother's face. "You don't have to do this alone, you also have me, don't you? I will help you to control those flames of yours."

Harry grinned. "What do you know about Heavenly Fire?"

"Nothing," Leah grinned back. "But so do you, and who knows? Together we might actually figure it out."

"Thanks Leah."

"You're welcome, big brother."

Okay, sorry this was maybe a bit short.... on this chapter I mostly wanted to focus on how Harry and Leah were doing while waiting until they would appear in the UK (but before that they will meet Niall as well) and Harry's struggles with controlling the Heavenly Fire.

Comment below what you thought of it and if you like those mini-series! Also, if you have any ideas, suggestions or stuff that you want to happen here; feel free to comment that as well. Who knows? I might actually do that.

Until the next time then! Love you all xx

- Jack the Irish leprechaun