Two Years Ago

When I was much younger, my brother used to tell me stories. Legendary tales filled with dragons, wolves, and creatures. And my favorite part was the part that helped me understand what I truly was. Alpha had always been a protective brother who emphasized the importance of family. Even though we fought a lot, at the end of the day, he was my only family. He raised me hoping that I would be a wolf. My parents had died fighting dragons when I was very small, and they had told him he needed to take good care of me. They were absolutely right; this world, which grew darker the more I was drawn into it, was full of secrets that surprised me every time.

I had just turned 20. My brother was preparing a celebration for us in the forest while I was holed up in my cave learning to draw Runes. Actually, it wasn't really learning; ever since I found out I wasn't a wolf, I had to handle everything on my own—act like a wolf, hunt like a wolf, look like a wolf.

I didn't want to deceive my brother this way, but he didn't leave me many options. He was very happy while raising me as a wolf; he enjoyed it a lot. Now, there must have been some question marks in his mind, so let's do a quick Q&A. Did he never realize I was a fox all this time? No, because Heiliants cannot gain their powers until they become self-aware; they are no different from a normal human. I realized it when I was fifteen, and it didn't take long for me to understand that I didn't think like a wolf and that I wasn't one. I learned to hide.

But what about when transforming? No and no. The thing about devil foxes is actually the ability to manipulate; we can influence their thoughts and even implant a memory that never existed in their minds. This is entirely up to our discretion.

Of course, the spirit that chooses you doesn't do so by your will, unfortunately. But I am very pleased with mine; the teachings it gave me made me even more eager to become a devil fox over time. In the cave, we were working on Runes when my brother suddenly appeared:

Alpha: "Harley, hey?"

Harley: "No, no, no!" *panics*

Alpha: "Are you okay? Can I come in?"

Harley: "I'm not really available, Alpha!"

Alpha: "What? Why? What happened? Or is it...?"

Harley: "No, you idiot! There's no wolf in here; please get out, this is my cave!"

Alpha: "Oh, I'm glad to hear that. Come on, get dressed and come out; it's Lycanarva night!"

Harley: "What? Is it tonight? I completely forgot; I'm getting ready right now!"

Alpha: "I'll be waiting for you outside, sweetheart."

My stupid head had completely forgotten that we had that ridiculous hunting event tonight. Lycanarva is a tradition where young wolves hunt when the full moon touches the ground. It was considered a welcoming ceremony for the new member of the pack who brought back the biggest and bloodiest prey. So, I had to participate in yet another ridiculous tradition. I put on a sticky jumpsuit, got ready, and stepped out of the cave. Outside, my brother Alpha was standing next to me with a blood-red goblet in hand, giving a speech to the pack gathered in front of us.

Alpha: "Yes, sharp-toothed pack, tonight my dear brother Harley will go on his first hunt and bring it back to us!" *shouts joyfully*

Pack: "Hunt, Harley! We trust you, Harley!" *excited shouts*

Harley: "You killers want to see prey?"

Pack: "Yes!"

Harley: "Whoever catches me last will be sweet after the meal!" *And transforms*

After all that show, I transformed and plunged into the depths of the forest. I had to hunt with the pack chasing behind me, so I confused them a bit and sent them after my hologram while I ran in a different direction. I had an hour; during this time, I would hunt, carry its blood to the stone table, and taste my first prey. When I transformed into a wolf, I could smell, see, and live like a wolf, of course, this lasted only until my strength ran out. As my raw energy weakened, I would revert back to my original form as a fox, but I was experienced in this; I had the chance to test it many times over the years. All that was left was to lie in wait somewhere and wait for my prey. I sniffed the air, searching for the scent of blood, touched my tongue to the ground to find moisture, and fixed my eyes beyond the trees and bushes to I touched my tongue to the ground, searching for moisture, and fixed my eyes beyond the trees and bushes to see my prey.

There it was, a mature female Karsaray Deer. The Karsaray deer was a type that could be hunted by wolves, real wolves like my brother. The males of this species do not fight; they take care of the young, while the females protect and raise their young by fighting other females.

The females of this herd competed to kill the male offspring of other females because the growing new offspring would kill the old herd leader and take their place as the new leader. There was a different hierarchy. I was controlling my breath, locked onto it, my red eyes shining in the dark. I dug my claws into the ground and began to listen to its footsteps and movements.

It was bending down, drinking water from the leaves and eating Ignifolium Revivicus. This plant was the only food that allowed this deer species to release the hormone necessary for producing the poison in their antlers. Just as it was eating with great appetite, I suddenly jumped on it and clung to its throat. It was struggling and calling out to its mate, and amidst its cries for help, my sharp teeth began to sink into its throat, and I started to taste the blood seeping from my teeth onto my tongue.

As I tasted the blood, I sank my teeth deeper, while my claws began to tear into its body. Eventually, it became weak and gave in. My teeth were now touching its vocal cords. After a bit of thrashing, it finally died. As I slowly pulled it from my mouth and dropped it to the ground, I wiped the blood from my teeth with my tongue and, while looking at my magnificent prey, my eyes caught the trembling bushes.

It was its fawn, looking at me with frightened eyes. The interesting part was that I felt no guilt; this was our nature. But no, this was not my nature; it was the nature of wolves. I looked at it with angry eyes and leaned closer to its ear. It was very scared, trembling as if it would faint. I gently called out to it.

Harley: "Cervus, Cervus albus, Auribus meis ausculta, si non vis mori, domum reverti" *sly smile*

"Deer, spotted deer, listen to my voice, if you do not want to die, return home."

Out of fear, it ran away into the bushes without looking back. I now understood the pleasure of hunting. When we spoke normally with the animals in the forest, it seemed strange to them. How could I explain this? I mean, when a cat speaks in its own language, we see and hear it as meowing; in the same way, our normal speech sounds strange to them. But when we spoke in the Lumináro language, that is, the Heiliant language, we could communicate in the same way with every living being that understood this language. I grabbed the Karsaray by its throat and returned to the den. The pack was waiting for me, gathered around the stone table. My white fur was covered in blood, and my wildness was evident from this. I placed my prey on the stone table and smeared my paw in its blood, then wiped it on the stone table, thus completing my bloody feast. My brother spoke up:

Alpha: "Yes, pack, we have a new member! Harley is now a true wolf." *smiles and hugs*

Harley: "Let the celebrations begin!" *says excitedly*

Seeing this excitement and happiness in my brother's eyes thrilled me. After celebrating with the pack for a while, I retreated to my cave. I continued to draw runes when my stomach churned, and I vomited blood. Sylvia came out and looked at me angrily.

Sylvia: "You stupid child! You are a Fox, Harley, a ruthless devil of a fox! What is happening with the Karsaray now!?"

Harley: "You are right, Si, but we don't want everyone to know the truth."

A Hailiant could get sick if it hunted and ate the prey of another species; for example, a Gryffin could not eat a Karsaray deer, as it would cause it to shed in its claws. This deer contained a vitamin that wolves could feed on, but in Gryffins, this vitamin would cause illness due to its anatomy being wrong. Even though Sylvia was right, it was something I had to do.

Sylvia: "Because of your irresponsibility, my soul is suffering, and if you don't want me to hurt you, start being yourself." *gets angry and blushes*

Harley: I don't even care if you don't eat, Si. Since we can't get rid of this crap, we have to keep going.

Sylvia: You can't do that; things don't work that way.

Harley: Are you sure, Si? How about we give it a try? *holds the knife to his stomach*

Sylvia: No, stop!

Harley: I thought so too. If you stay quiet and be a good little devil, we can have rabbit for breakfast.

Sylvia: Better than nothing.

Hello, my Wolves ❤️ I'm here with the second book of the Harmony series. I hope you enjoy this book in the series.

There may be typos or word errors, so please overlook them; I will fix this issue when the story is completed. Now focus on the story and enjoy it ❤🥰🥺

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The Complete Series:

Harmony: The Fox

Harmony: The Wolf

Harmony: The Griffin

Harmony: The Phoenix

Harmony: The Legend Of Ryu

Dr. Quinlan's Trap I-II