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

Chapter 2 - Young werewolf

Chapter 2 - Young werewolf

A dark brown wolf stood tall on top of a hill, looking up at the full moon that shone high in the sky. He took a glance at the stars and he couldn’t help but repeat what his father once told him about the stars.

“What do you think the stars are? Those twinkling lights above our heads?” King Desmond had asked his son. He pointed above their heads, towards the stars.

“I don’t know,” Harry had said.

Desmond smiled down at him before he looked up again, focussing his attention on the sky. “I like to believe that the stars are the great kings and Alpha’s from the past. They watch over us and protect us. Remember, my dear son. If you ever feel alone or lost, just look up at the starry sky and remember you’re never truly alone.”

Harry had always cherished those words within his heart. If he ever felt alone he did what his father told him to do, he looked up at the sky. Looking at the stars always had a calming effect on him. He knew his father was a wise man. King Desmond had been 246 years old when he had Harry, so he had loads of experiences in life. And because of that, Harry made sure to always listen to his father.

The young werewolf puffed out his chest, wanting nothing more than to make his ancestors proud of him. He wanted them to look down at him and smile proudly, knowing he was going to be a great king one day.

The young wolf shook his head and started running. His paws thundered across the ground and the wind howled past him, encouraging him to go faster. And he did. He forced himself to go faster and he neared a river.

His electric green eyes narrowed and he jumped over the river, landing safely on the other side. He looked back at the jump he just made and he grinned in triumph. It might not be that far for an adult werewolf, but Harry was still a child, or pup. And for the twelve-year-old it was a huge accomplishment. His teacher would be proud if she saw him, without a doubt.

The young werewolf turned his back towards the river and looked in front of him. This is the furthers he has ever been from the palace and in front of him were wild and unknown places. His curly fur was itching and his instinct told him to run, to run and explorer the unknown lands in front of him.

A light in the distance caught his attention. Harry blinked his eyes and narrowed his eyes in suspicion, flattening his ears on top of his head. It was late in the evening and it was dark all around him, but because Harry was a werewolf and he had a night vision, he could see pretty well. The only light in the area was coming from the moon and the stars. So, what was that weird light?

He focussed on the light in the distance and he came to the conclusion that is wasn’t one light, but that it were hundreds, maybe even thousands. The lights were moving; spinning around, dancing around each other, or just aimlessly floating around. For a while, Harry found himself in some kind of trance, he shook his head to clear his mind.

What if those lights were dangerous? What if they were a danger to his beloved family? The young wolf huffed and started to walk towards the lights. When he got closer, he noticed that the lights were in many colours. Pink, blue, green, red, orange, every colour Harry could come up with.

Music reached his ears and he stopped in his tracks, tilting his head to the side in confusion. He closed his eyes and listened to the music for a while. It was something Harry had never heard before. It had something unknown and alien to it. Werewolves also had parties, but the music there was more loud, familiar and danceable. He couldn’t see himself dancing to this… that, and he’s a terrible dancer.

Right now, he was walking through the trees, getting closer and closer to the unfamiliar lights and music. To Harry, it seemed like there was a party of some sorts going on.

His head pocked out from behind some bushes and he took in the activities in front of him.

What he thought to be light were actually small creatures. They all were around two or three inches tall, they wore either green or brown clothes and their wings were in every imaginable colour.

Pixies.

Harry had never encountered pixies before, he grew up around werewolves and he had never seen other creatures. But he had heard about them, and he loved to read.

He knew that faeries – like pixies – were the guardians of the forest and they partied under every full moon to keep the forest healthy and green. They weren’t evil creatures and the faeries had a close bond with the werewolves.

Suddenly, Harry could feel something plopping down on top of his head, in-between his ears. He jumped up in shock and he could hear someone laughing. “Don’t be afraid, my dear wolf child. I won’t hurt you.” An amused voice said.

Before Harry could do or say something, the pixie that sat on his head jumped to his muzzle. The pixie placed his hands on his hips and grinned at the werewolf. He had black hair, ice blue eyes and pointy ears. The wings on his back were a purple colour.

“My name is Night, who are you?” The pixie – Night – said.

I’m Harry Styles. Harry told the pixie telepathically.

Night’s eyes lit up. “Hey, you’re the werewolf prince aren’t you? Related to Raphael?”

Harry blinked in surprise. Yes, that’s me. And you seriously know Raphael?

“True, I have known him. King Raphael is a wise man and a good faerie friend. He was kind to the forest, so we were kind to him. I have met him a few times,” Night informed Harry.

“You kinda look like him, your wolf that is. The only difference is that Raphael had those large white angel wings.” Night added.

Why aren’t you with the other pixies? Harry asked.

Night shrugged his shoulders. “I heard some rustling in the bushes and I got curious. And why are you here, young werewolf? Why aren’t you with your parents?”

I love running around at night, under the stars and the light of the moon. My parents know I always get home, so they aren’t that worried. Harry replied.

“It was nice meeting you, Harry. But I have to go back to the others, feel free to come back anytime though!” Night cheered while he flew up.

Goodbye, then. Harry said with a nod of his head and he watched Night flew back to his fellow pixies. After a while of watching them, Harry decided to go back home. It was getting pretty late after all.

He sprinted away and ran back to the palace, to get some well-deserved sleep.