Prologue

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Harry Styles was the son of a very wealthy business man. He got whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted, and he loved it. The girls came crawling to him, practically kissing the ground he walked on. Harry had a rather large group of friends, but only a few had fully gained his trust.

Winter was when Harry was happiest, whereas she was there. There was a pack of wolves that lived in the forest behind his house, and there was one certain wolf that Harry was keen on. She was solid white, her eyes were an icy blue colour, she was beautiful, she was his wolf.

On some days, he would see her in the edge of the forest, but when he'd go onto the back patio, she'd scamper away. Harry observed the pack, taking pictures of them every once in a while. He'd decided that the big grey male was the leader, his wolf being a close second, then a black male was in third.

There were two females in the pack, his wolf, and a small, sickly looking brown one. The other wolves pushed the small female around, she ate last - she was the omega of the pack. Harry felt bad for the poor thing, it's ribs poked through, her fur was matted in places, she looked God awful.

At night, Harry would sit on the enclosed patio, listening to them howl. Their songs were amazing, lulling Harry to the point where he almost falls asleep in the patio chairs. He loved how one wolf started off, then each one gradually joined, complimenting each other's howl.

Only a few of Harry's friends knew about his wolf, Niall, Liam, Zayn, and Louis knew about her. When they'd come over, he'd take them onto the patio, waiting for her to come, waiting to show her off. He took pride in his wolf, though she's not exactly his, he liked to say she was.

Harry wasn't sure what it is about this wolf that made him so intrigued by her, maybe it was her piercing blue eyes, or her perfectly white coat. He'd done research about wolves before, mainly on eye colour, but none of it said anything about blue eyes ones.

There was something different about his wolf, he just couldn't tell what it was. He'd figure it out, whatever it was, he had his heart set on it.

A/N: Hiiiii. This is my first story, it'll get better in chapter one, promise! xx

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