AU Harry Styles Imagines

w • the lone wolf

Description - Harry is the Alpha and you're the Omega

Fear. A common word to most, but the most used word by you.

The bite was supposedly a gift. Not your typical fluffy socks on Christmas day type of gift, but more of a supernatural strength that heightened all your talents.

One that could make you lift up a car without breaking a sweat. One that could mean you could sniff off the emotions from a nearby person. One that could let you howl to the moon. One that came with responsibility and unfortunately, for you, one that came with solidarity.

You weren't fortunate enough to be the Alpha, nor the Beta. You were an Omega. The lone wolf. No pack and no family.

Your parents had abandoned you at birth. You were left to live with your grandma, whom had told you that your parents left you because they couldn't handle having a child at that time in their lives. Your "wolfie abilities", shall we say, didn't kick in until you were 15. You were left to learn how to control your powers for yourself. It was a traumatic time in your life, and one that you tried your best to hide from your grandma. Having to explain to her how you'd survived a pole being stabbed through your chest was difficult, to say the least.

At the age of 17 your grandma passed.

For the past 4 years of your life you had been a lone wolf. Scavenging off any scraps of food you could find. Running away from unwelcoming hosts. Taking precaution not to step into sacred land. You'd travelled across country, from the Scottish Highlands down to Lands End. You were tired of travelling and just wanted somewhere to call home now.

It was coming up to your 21st birthday now and you had entered new territory. You were somewhere down South, near Bristol, and you had yet to figure out what was sacred land and what was not.

This morning you'd awoken in the woods, that you'd found yourself in last night, freezing cold. You were hungry, after not being able to find food for the past few days. You were tired, after an uncomfortable nights sleep. You were alone.

You didn't have a set destination that you were heading to. You travelled wherever your feet took you. Your grandma had left you money, but you were always too scared to use it incase you ran out. As a result, you stuck to travelling solely by foot - which anyone could tell by your beaten vans - and eating food scraps out of bins or drinking water from small springs.

You tried to stay clear of any human, or wolf, contact where possible. You'd never been caught by werewolf hunters, and you'd never come across them, but you'd heard terrible stories about them. The things they do were unspeakable. Especially to Omegas. That's why you stayed clear of everyone. You didn't know who you could trust, and who might just be carrying a gun in their back pocket to shoot you.

Sudden, rushed, footprints perked up your ears. You estimated they were about 200 metres away or so, but there was barely anywhere to go within these woods. Nowhere to hide and be safe. It didn't help that you were very deep into the woods and couldn't see a clear exit.

Fear.

"Keep going! Don't look back!" You heard a voice shout from less than 100 metres away now. You could also hear the sound of car engines getting louder too.

Reminding yourself to get out of the situation and then panic was the first thing you told yourself. You looked around for any place to hide. A, thick, fallen tree was laying to your right. It was perfect. You rushed over there, using your impressive speed abilities, not forgetting to take your backpack with you, and crouched behind it. If it wasn't for the terrifying situation you'd gotten yourself into you might've stopped to take in the beauty of soft mosses, and lilac flowers, growing out of the decaying tree trunk.