Moon Lovers: Bound by Blood and Revenge

A few minutes later…

Marceline was leaning on the car trunk as he waited for Dylan to wear proper clothes. He was naked after transforming back to his human form and Marceline was giving him his private space, not looking in his direction.

Fortunately, they found a jacket inside the car which Lyca stole from someone. After putting some clothes on, Dylan hesitated to go near Marceline. He was in a mess. He smelled blood… blood of those vampires he attacked.

He didn't mean for Marceline to see him like this. He suddenly felt guilty for showing his monstrous self before Marceline's eyes.

'Does she hate me now? Did she get frightened by my aggressive behavior a while ago? I couldn't help it. I lost control of myself.' Dylan lowered his gaze, watching the bloodstain in his arms.

'If you felt sorry, then go and apologize to her,' Lanlan said to Dylan, urging him to come and talk to Marceline.

'Besides, you've already decided to tell Marceline the truth about your identity. You want her help, am I right?' Lanlan added.

Dylan nodded his head in agreement. That was his purpose of meeting Marceline. He wanted to confess to her his real identity. Knowing she was part of the gatekeeper descendants, Dylan was certain that Marceline already knew the existence of werewolves and other creatures. Aside from that, Marceline was taking care of a hybrid– Little Lowell.

Dylan took a deep breath before tracing his steps towards Marceline. He had to grab this opportunity to talk to Marceline while Lyca was still unconscious.

"Sis…" Dylan mumbled in a low voice. He couldn't look straight into her eyes, afraid to see how Marceline perceived him now.

Marceline didn't know whether to laugh or not. Dylan looked like a child who was guilty of doing something bad. He was so embarrassed to stare at her.

Marceline didn't say a word. She just faced Dylan, crossing her arms over her chest as she waited for him to explain.

"Now… you see… that's my true nature. I'm also a werewolf. I came to you to tell you about it because I need your help." Dylan finally opened up.

"But before anything else, Sis… I would like to apologize. I'm sorry for what you have witnessed. I was not supposed to reveal my identity through that. Did I scare you? Do you hate me?" Dylan was always honest when it came to expressing his feelings to Marceline. He felt like he couldn't lie to her, or rather, he simply couldn't and he didn't want to.

Dylan waited for Marceline to say a word. Her silence made him more anxious. When he could no longer bear it, he raised his head to glance at her. Then he saw Marceline looking at him with an indescribable expression.

Badum! Badum!

His heart started to race. He was so nervous as if he was facing a final judgment. He couldn't wait to hear what Marceline would tell him.

"I hate werewolves…" Marceline blurted out, her expression becoming cold.

Dylan's heart sank as soon as he heard that. "W-Why… d-do you hate us?" Dylan's voice cracked. He couldn't hide his anxiety and fright.

"Because… your kind killed my parents. They assassinated my parents because the Zhou Family was helping the vampires. Because they believed that as gatekeepers, they should be neutral." Marceline expressed her true feelings with Dylan. She just wanted to vent out and tell him all her frustrations towards his kind.

But deep inside her, she knew that her heart started to waver. She was slowly accepting Stella. She even cared about Little Lowell, who is half-werewolf and half-human.

Furthermore, she couldn't bring herself to hate Dylan. She could feel that Dylan was so different from those werewolves who killed her parents. Dylan would only kill to protect his loved one. And tonight, Dylan just proved it to her.

On the other hand, Dylan could only lower his head as he didn't know what to say. He clenched his fists while gritting his teeth. He was angry… angry because… his own kind killed innocent people. And he hated it that Marceline was one of the victims of the werewolves' crime.

'How can I face her? Who am I to ask her for help? I don't have the right…' Dylan felt so dejected at this moment. His expression became so gloomy.

"Who did it? Do you know… who killed your parents?" Dylan asked her. He wanted to punish whoever murdered Marceline's parents. But what if… it was an order from his father, the Werewolf King? Would he be willing to fight him and seek justice for Marceline and her parents? Dylan just wished that his father had nothing to do with this.

"Cedric Morgan and his beta…" Marceline answered him truthfully.

A cold glint flashed through Dylan's eyes when he heard Cedric's name.

'Cedric again?!!' Dylan was not surprised if Cedric was the one who murdered Marceline's parents.

"What are you thinking?" Marceline asked Dylan as she saw his dark expression.

Her voice brought him back to the present. "Marceline… I'm sorry… I promise… I will make Cedric pay for his crime. That is the least I can do for you."

Marceline was baffled as she could feel Dylan's sincerity. She believed him. But she didn't want him to get involved.

"I appreciate that. But you don't have to do it. I will do it… myself," Marceline said meaningfully. "I will be the one collecting his debts… with interest." She smiled at that thought. She was no longer helpless. She could do something. She was now a werewolf and Kira was there to help her.

"But Cedric Morgan is a cunning man. He is dangerous. Let me help you… besides… I also have some debts to collect from him."

Marceline smiled at him faintly, tapping his shoulder. "Let's forget about Cedric first. You said you want my help. What kind of help are you referring to?"

Dylan raised his head once more, meeting her gaze. "Are you still willing to hear me out? Aren't you afraid of me? Don't you hate me?"

"I hate werewolves… but I don't hate you."