"Will you really not join the battlefield? I mean you release so much bloodlust….that I thought…" the young Werewolf didn't even dare to finish his sentence.
He was suffocating because of the domineering effect of the bloodlust Dilan had started to release right from the moment he killed the first batch of Vampires, who attacked him.
There had yet to be a second round of Vampires daring to attack but the young Werewolf had been sure that Dilan would join the fight if he was asked nicely.
'What a naive young man! Looks like his bestial transformation is only partial as well. I wonder how old he is…' Dilan thought while looking at the young Werewolf.
It was definitely bravery and desperation that forced the young Werewolf to come and seek help from a human. Several Werewolves looked over to the young Werewolf with contempt, showing that the pride of the entire pack might have been tarnished by the young Werewolf's action.