Moon Lovers: Bound by Blood and Revenge

"Put a barrier to block the entrance so that he can't return to the Kingdom Phantasia," One wizard told his comrades while Dylan was struggling against those werewolves.

Two witches immediately cast the spell to build a barrier in front of the Northern Gate Portal so that Dylan would not be able to pass through if ever he wanted to escape here and go back to Phantasia.

They must eliminate him here, not in Phantasia, otherwise, Dominique, their King, would find out what happened to Dylan right away. It would be hard for them to frame the Vampires.

Meanwhile, the five chosen human hunters were trying to find a clear shot since two werewolves were blocking their views. 

If they fired, they might hit the two werewolves fighting and wrestling Dylan on the ground. So they just waited for them to break away from Dylan before shooting another bullet.

Dylan exerted force on his leg to kick one werewolf. The werewolf who was biting his leg was thrown back as if he was hit by a big truck. That's the strength of a true Alpha, the werewolf prince.

Then Dylan focused his attention on the wolf whose canines were still buried on his shoulder. He used his two hands to hold its mouth, dragging it away from his shoulder.

The werewolf raised its claw, trying to hit and scratch Dylan's face. However, Dylan moved quickly, grabbing onto the werewolf's head. In just a split second, he snapped its neck, killing it on the spot.

Animalistic and ferocious growls reverberated in the forest as the other werewolves saw their fellow get killed in the hand of the Werewolf Prince. They were so furious, their eyes blazing with rage.

The three werewolves came running in his direction, raising their claws and showing their sharp fangs while aiming at his neck. They wanted to avenge their fallen comrade and cut Dylan's head off.

But even before they could reach Dylan, they heard the cracking sound of bones and ripping sounds of fabrics. The werewolf prince started to shift as his bones and body structure began to deform right in front of them.

"No, this is not good!" One Witch blurted out anxiously.

"Don't be afraid. Just focus. We have outnumbered him. He can't win against us!" Another Witch spoke up, trying to comfort her fellow Witch.

Seconds later, a giant werewolf stood before them. It was three times larger than the werewolves fighters who were present there. Dylan's fur was a combination of the shades of dark, white and light gray. He was the mini-version of their Werewolf King, Dominique. His amber eyes illuminated in the darkness.

Dylan's wolf instinct was triggered causing him to shift and become more aggressive. He was threatened and under pressure facing numerous enemies who were trying to kill him. Though some of them were his fellow werewolves, he couldn't stop himself from killing one of them.

Growl! Loud Growl!

Dylan gave them a warning growl. It was so loud and bone-chilling that even the branches of trees shook and the other animals in the area were awakened and fled away, extremely frightened by that menacing sound coming from the giant beast.

Though intimidated by Dylan's wolf form, the assassins tried their best to maintain their composure. One mistake would cost them their lives so they had to do it right.

The hunters started to shoot once again. This time they were not only using silver bullets. They used a heavy dose of tranquilizers, hoping it would work to knock Dylan down.

He got hit on his legs and arms but it was not that painful as compared to before when he was in his human form. The bite wounds on his shoulder and legs were also recovering because of his healing ability. 

But his toughness and strength were unbelievable. They underestimated the power of the werewolf prince. They thought they could easily kill him as they fought him together. But this fight was taking so long.

The four werewolves tried to bring back the momentum on their sides as they leaped forward attacking Dylan's all at once. But it was a mistake fighting him head-on. They were just thrown away with their back colliding with the tree and giant rocks.

Soon, Dylan did his counterattack, charging towards the hunters to get rid of their silver weapons! The running paws could be heard inching closer to them.

The hunters could no longer catch up with Dylan's speed. Soon, the hunter's excruciating scream echoed in the forest along with the skin-rippings and bone-cracking sounds of their limbs.

Fortunately, the wizards and witches were there to back them up, diverting Dylan's attention. With their immobilizing spells, it helped them a lot to slow down Dylan's movement.

He was receiving various attacks from hunters, witches, and werewolves in different directions. Dylan was distracted that he failed to notice that a man in a black cloak was hiding in the shadows. He was wearing leather gloves while holding the crossbows in his hands.

The man was silently observing the fight as if he was waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. His lips curled up into a sinister smile as he noticed that Dylan started to get tired and weakened.

"How long can you hold it, young pups? Should I intervene already? But I don't want to spoil the fun yet." He murmured to himself, his eyes fixed on Dylan who was busy fighting the other creatures.

Meanwhile, Dylan could feel that he was reaching his limits. The silver bullets were making him uncomfortable and the tranquilizers began to take effect, slowing his movement down.

The witches' spells were also troublesome, not allowing him to get near them. If he continued this, he would just exhaust too much energy. The witches were also helping the other creatures using their healing spell and energy boost spells.

In this long fight, he was at a disadvantage. If he stayed there, he would just end up dying in their hands.

'I need to escape and flee. I can't win like this. I have to run and hide before I lose all my strength,' Dylan thought to himself, peering at his surroundings as he looked for some openings.

He jumped from one direction to another, trying to dodge their attacks. Using his speed, he leaped forward as he ran away from his enemies.

His action caught them off guard. They never thought that the werewolf prince would decide to run away rather than fight them till the end.

"Hmm, it seems the young pup is using his head, instead of relying on his super strength. He doesn't give in to his bloodlust, aggression, and temper. He is wise." The cloaked man said in amusement.

Soon, the chase in the forest began. They would not allow the werewolf prince to escape from their grasp especially now that they had the upper hand.

Before this, they already sealed the forests, preventing the werewolf prince from escaping. The witches made sure to scatter bundles of wolfbanes around the forest entrance and exits.

Wolfbanes were harmful to werewolves. Just a mere scent or smell of this plant could disorient and nauseate the werewolves. There was only one spot in the forest where they hadn't placed wolfbanes– the cliff. 

If in case the werewolf prince would try to run they wanted to lure him on the cliff. Though he was able to escape for now, everything was still under control. 

Dylan was trapped and cornered in the cliff!

'Damn! I have nowhere else to go.' Dylan clenched his teeth as he darted his gaze back and forth between his enemies and the fast-flowing river as he stood on the edge of the cliff.

Fighting them head-on was too risky. He didn't know how long he could retain his consciousness. He was also outnumbered by them. The pesky attacks coming from the Witches were giving him too much hassle and difficulties.

Jumping off the cliff was not the best option either as he was already losing his strength. He might even drown in the river once he suddenly lost consciousness.

Dylan was still trying to figure out what he should do when one witch spoke up.

"Say your last words, werewolf prince. This is your end." said the Witch, mocking the prince.

Dylan growled at them. He wasn't surprised that they knew his real identity. This assassination attempt was well-planned. He wanted to commend them on that.

But he would not let them kill him without putting up a fight. He bent his knees and jumped forward to attack them.

Then from out of nowhere, a silver arrow was shot in Dylan's direction, hitting him on his wolf's chest. Everyone was shocked as that arrow didn't come from the team.

Dylan was blown away by that shot, causing him to fall off the cliff. The witches, hunters, and werewolves gazed in a certain direction where the cloaked man suddenly appeared, showing his presence to them.

'Who is he?'