Ok so this is my first try at a fairy tale remake that is not le fabulous Peter Pan so please, go easy on me if I dont have all the kinks right.
This was inspired by Kagamine Rin and Len's song :The Wolf [that] fell in love with Little Red Riding Hood.

Once upon a time, there was a King and Queen. The King and Queen of this kingdom had a fourteen year old son, Will. Will was a handsome adolescent, having beautiful dark-as-night hair matching his sky blue eyes. He was always smiling and making friends, turning into a pretty much perfect Prince.

But he also had friend, his friend was the son of the towns Sorceress. She was powerful, manipulative and overprotective when it came to her only child, as would most mothers do.

One day, there was a fatal accident and- well. It can't be explained here, so here we go.

Will

Damien and I were in the Dark forest, climbing trees. The forest smelled like wet leaves since it had just rained. I was laughing at Damien for staying about four metres below me.

"C'mon Damien! I'm sure a son of a Sorceress could do some magic himself and make him come up this tree!" I taunted teasingly, he stuck his tongue out at me.

"Shut up, your royal highness," He retorted, looking down at the ground. Both of us were already a length way up the tree until he spoke up again, "Maybe we should go back down, this is high enough." There was fear in his voice.

I lauged at him, "C'mon," but I could see that he was set on going back down. Relunctantly, I started to climb down.

Now this was tricky, the branches were slick in moss that had now become slippery. I could see that my dear friend was being extra careful on his way down. I laughed as I climbed down faster than him.

"Be careful, Will!" His voice shook, his head turning lightly to try and look at me. I held on to my branch and leaned back, smiling full faced at him.

"I'ts fine!"

Damien sighed and looked down his branch, suddenly stopping. "Will, look!" He pointed straight ahead and I paused. There was a pack of wolves, around seven or eight of them that I could see. But these wolves were none like the one's I'd seen. They were big and they were fierce, their snouts seemed to be in a permanent growl. Their colours varied from the darkest of shade black that the night's sky could never compare to, to the colour of the freshest snow.

I peered at them, suddenly glad that we were the one's downwind. I started to climb up to Damien's level and pressed a finger to my lips. He shivered and nodded, already trying to climb higher. I supported him from behind and looked at the wolves. They seemed like they could scale these tress with even a single jump.

I was brave, yes, I was a Prince after all and a Prince protects his people before anything else. But I was only fourteen. I was as brave as how a fourteen year-old get. Damien let out a small squeak as he lost his footing. I quickly grabbed his arm, the both of us holding our breaths as the wolves' heads shot up. The biggest one lifted it's head up, sniffing.

It was a beauty; dark grey with small streaks of silver. It looked intelligent, wise- even. Damien had his eyes shut, silently praying for his mother while I watched from between the leaves. This beast lowered its head and looked directly at me. I felt goosebumps explode all over my arms, the hairs at the back of my neck standing on end. It's golden eyes glared at me, almost challengingly. I felt a fear run in me that I had never felt before.

But I didn't back away. I kept my gaze with the alpha. What seemed to be forever, the beast clined it's head ever so slightly and barked at the rest of the pack, leaving this thicket of rock and tree. I let out my breath and poked Damien and he shot up, tears staining his cheeks,

"What- they're gone?"

I shook my head and flashed a shaky grin at him. "Yeah, they're gone." Damien started babbling and asking questions about how and I lied to him. One thing I learned from my father that a Prince should never do. "They just left, no Damien, they didn't see us."

We climbed down the tree and I waited for a moment, listening to the sounds around us. There was no indication of any wolf sounds, so we ran for it. For what he lacked in climbing, Damien made up for in running. He was metres in front of me, calling out for the guardsmen to open the gates. We rushed in and ran straight for the castle.

I sniggered as people wondered who I was and what I was doing with the Sorceress' son. I was wearing a commoners clothes consisting of a plain- but dirty - button up shirt and brown cloth pants. I even was wearing a set of Damien's shoes to fit the part even more. My face was dirty and so were my legs, the pants rolled up to my knees.

The castle guards let us in immediately, recognising me in my "commoner" state. We walked quickly to the throne room, where my mother and father were.

"Father, Mother, we- "

"Will, how many times have we told you not to dress as a commoner!" My mother sighed, shifting her brown haired bangs out of her face. She turned to my father and gave him an expected look which only made him smile sheepishly.

"But- "

"Will, surely you know by now how dangerous it is!" My mother continued. I groaned and tried to speak again.

"Your majesties, we saw a pack of wolves in the Dark forest!"

My father looked to Damien, suddenly with interest, "Wolves, were they... unusually big?"

Damien and I looked to one another before back at my parents, nodding. My father looked to my mother, his expression I couldn't read. But mother looked mortified. "Dire wolves," my father seemed to say as a curse. My eyes widened; I had learned about Dire Wolves and that they were rare now. Damien, being the son of an intelligent Sorcress, gasped.

"Are you sure? I mean," My father looked to me in the most scariest face I have ever seen.

"Will, you are forbidden to go back to that forest. It's called the Dark forest for a reason."

I opened my mouth to retaliate but my father glared at me. I shut my mouth and fumed. "Damien, you should go back to your mother." My father looked at him, trying to look friendly. But my friend had already hung his head and nodded, looking to me in farewell.

"Are you sure we can do this? I mean, your father, the king, had forbade you from doing this!"

I shushed him and continued walking. We were walking along a small rocky river, my eyes peeled out for those wolves while Damien's were on the rocks. We headed further downstream and it became so much more dangerous to walk.

Even I started feeling a bit scared. But a Prince can't show his fears and must stay brave for his people. I gave a side glance at Damien and grinned. He was only a few months younger than me but his company was the better than all I had.

I saw paw-prints on that ground and grinned determindly. Damien behind froze. "Hey, Will,"

"No, I found their tracks!"

He took off climbing and running back upstream, "And I found them!" He screamed. I looked behind and saw that a white Dire wolf was charging at us.

I screamed and scrambled up too. Damien and I ran and climbed as fast as we could. But when I looked back, I saw that the Dire wolf wasn't even putting up a real chase; it was playing with us.

The woman in red was screaming at us. My father had a arm out to protect me, he was yelling back at the woman. My mother sat on a chair, her hand over her mouth, scared.

I didn't understand what was going on, I couldn't even hear what they were saying. I just looked back and forth at father and the woman in red.

Then it came back to me.

Damien and I were running away when he slipped. His head cracked open upon impact on a rock. I remember screaming and that two commoners had found me screaming over his body.

The rest was a blur. I remember seeing the white wolf stare at me through the thickets, the golden eyes watching me carefully as I thrashed and struggled against the hold of the men.

Then the woman in red came in minutes after I had been returned to the castle. I had never seen Damien's mother but I could've guessed that this was her. Her hair was wild, as would I have expected from a Sorceress. Apart from her red dress, she had an array of accessories hanging from around her neck and wrists.

"He's dead because of your son!" was one of the things I managed to make out from her. I felt my stomach contract and suddenly my feelings came back like a tidal wave.

"It was that Dire wolf! Not me, but I did tell him to come along." I cried out, surprising the Sorceress. She looked at me with her red narrowed eyes.

"I am a friend of the royal house no more," her eyes rolled to the back of her head and a dark cloud surrounded her. My mother quickly ran to me and put a protective arm around me. "I curse this child to live out the rest of his life as a wolf!

"He will die at the hands of a woman in red," she looked at me and I felt a chill run through me. I realised that the spell probably meant her. The dark cloud passed through my parents and went in me. I felt myself change.

First, I felt this sharp pain where my tailbone would be, looking behind I saw a shdow of a tail grow. They my ears started to ache, I could feel them move from the sides of me face to on top my head. My parents back away both looking mortified. I saw my arms had hair rapidly growing, and that I started to hunch over instead of upright. I opened my mouth to try and yell but out only came a bark. I felt my body shift and adjust until I stood there as a wolf.

"Please! There has to be another way!" my mother cried, bringing her hands together. The Woman eyed me and my mother and sighed.

"Since you had been so kind to me all these years, I shall return this kindness. The boy shall live as a half human-half wolf and his curse CAN be broken, but only by an act of selflessness," the woman narrowed her eyes, "Although I shall remain the only person who should know the requirement of this act."

My mother let out a shaky breath and my father watched as I went through my second transformation. My back straightened and I felt the hairs on my body dissapear but I still kept my pointed ears, tail, claws and fangs.

The woman in red smiled, "That should suffice. He can either stay in this castle and be treated as a freak or he can go out and live with the animals, where he belongs." With that, the Woman covered herself in a purple fog and was gone.

Narrator

After that Will's parents hid him and escorted him to the entrance of the Dark forest. The Queen begged her husband to let their son stay with them, but he had said it would've been too risky. If neighbouring kingdoms found out what had happened to their son, they would be a mockery to the Royal society. Instead, they said that young Prince Will had died.

Will hugged his parents goodbye and walked calmly into the forest, letting loose of a few tears from the Queen's sobbing.

A few months later, the Queen had died from grief. Another year later, the King had died in battle against the Sorceress and her rebels. She had taken up more revenge on the Royal family and sat as the ruler of this kingdom.

Young Prince Will, all he could do was look at the place he called home get destroyed.

Lol ok so I'm gonna introduce LRRH in the next chapter... hope you liked this sort of prologue.