I was given this idea by Jameis. I hope you enjoy! Remember, this is only part 1 of the prologue!
A loud roar echoed through a small clearing, and it was met with a furious scream. The birds in the area shrieked in shock and took off into the night, taking flight before several trees were slammed to the ground. There was a feral snarl heard, sending any remaining animals scattering as the furious animal pushed itself up onto its paws. baring its teeth at the being in front of it. It croughts slightly, lips pullee back over its teeth as it growled at the figure several yards in front of him. The figure took a few steps forward and bent down, gaze locked with the animals as he grabbed the handle of his weapon. With a mighty tug, he yanked it free from the ground, swiping it quickly against his pant-leg to remove the clinging dirt. With a mighty yell he lunged at the beast, whom snarled and launched itself into the air. The wolf slammed into its opppnent, slamming him into the ground. The boy was quick to react though, and brought his knees up, kicking it away. Before the wolf could collect itself he lunged forward and swung his arm down. The blade buried itself in the wolfs neck, and he expected pain, only to be brought up short when the wolf chuckled dryly through the blood flowing from his lips.
"The king will find you" it rasped "And he will kill you"
The boy narrowed his eyes and drove all of his weight and strength into the blade.
There was a sickening crunch, a spatter of blood, and a moment later the beasts head rolled a foot or two away before coming to a stop, blood leaking from the opening. The corpse collapsed to the ground, blood leaking in a stead flow from the would he had created, and he turned away, raising a hand to wipe away the blood that had spattered his face.
He kicked the head back over to the body and pulled a small bottle of gasoline out of his pocket. Carefully unscrewing the cap he poured some over the corpse. He screwed the cap back on and stuck it in his pocket, pulling out a match book. He struck one, and when it lit he dropped it on the body, flames consuming the entire thing in moments. He grunted softly, and turned, stuffing the match book back in his pocket and leaving the clearing.
He took a few minutes to find a pond, taking that opportunity to quickly rid himself of the blood covering most of his body. He scrubbed off the clothes and wrung them dry, shaking his brown hair dry after. He redressed in the slightly damp clothes and pulled his hood up, concealing his brown hair from the world once again.
He then grabbed a large water-bottle from his pocket, filled it with the clear liquid, and made his way back to where he had left the wolf, which was now nothing but a small flame and a rotten stench. He reached out, flames illuminating his cold green eyes, and he dumped the water over the fire, extinguishing the flames. With grunt he turned on his heel and left.
It didn't take him long to reach the RV he was living in for the summer with his grandfather and cousin. He quietly snuck in, discarding his clothes and returning them to their hiding place in a cubby under his mattress. He pulled on his usual pyjama's, and crawled into his bed, pulling the blankets up to his chin and closing his eyes to sleep.