Extra Story: Kindred's Mark (Part 2)

Two weeks later, thanks to Lyra's meticulous care, Mok's neck finally healed, but after eating fresh fruit for so long, he was skin and bones.

In addition, his throat was itchy, and he craved blood...

Several times he woke up hungry in the middle of the night, opened his mouth as if to bite Lyra, but eventually gave up.

"Aren't I the Reaper Mok? Why can't I bring myself to eat a sheep-woman? Oh right, she's taking care of me. I'll eat her after I'm done with her!"

Moke often felt lost, and in the end, he would always comfort himself with this thought.

Lyra was completely unaware of the danger she was in. She was happy with Mok, and although this friend was a bit strange, they got along very well!

"Friends? Maybe!" Lyra thought to himself as he picked fresh fruit.

More than ten days passed in the blink of an eye. Just as Moke's stomach wound was about to heal, Lyra encountered danger.

Because the two of them had a huge appetite, it took Lyra a long time to go out and find food each time. On his way back that day, he encountered two werewolves.

This time, Lyra was much smarter. She took off running and avoided hitting a tree, but little did she know that two enemies were lying in ambush behind her.

Even if Lyra was strong, she couldn't escape from the pursuit of four werewolves; the fresh fruit in her arms had been squeezed into jam from the run.

Just as the werewolves were preparing to launch their attack, Mok arrived. He had already smelled the scent of his kind and, seeing that Lyra hadn't returned, knew she was in danger.

"Reaper Mok? I thought you were dead. You've ended up with the sheep-men? That's hilarious!"

"Get out of my way if you don't want to die! This is my prey!"

"Your prey? Your expression doesn't say that, and you really think you're so powerful? If you can't ambush, you're just a piece of trash who can't even get food!"

"Then you can try it! Soon you'll realize you're not even as good as trash!"

Mok was indeed weak as a child, but his difficult upbringing made him very strong, and his cunning and treacherous nature made him feared by many.

The reason these werewolves dared to provoke him was twofold: first, they outnumbered him, and second, Mok was now too thin, practically just a skeleton.

The battle quickly became one-sided; Moke's old wounds were compounded by new ones, and even half of his tail was torn off.

Just when it seemed he was about to give up, an unexpected scene unfolded: Lyra charged towards the enemy!

"Get away from me! Don't hurt my friend!"

Lyra charged forward with his horns, yelling as he did so, momentarily stunning the werewolves. However, they quickly recovered and began to fight back.

Lyra was strong and big, even bigger than the werewolf, but she couldn't fight and was easily outmaneuvered by the werewolf.

Mok noticed this and quickly reminded Lyra to calm down, then taught her the basics of combat.

And so, under Mok's command, Lyra successfully drove away the enemy, and one of the werewolves was even knocked unconscious by her.

"You're amazing, Mok! I actually drove them away!"

"Yes, of course."

Moke said this, but he knew in his heart that Lyra was too strong; even he, before his injury, was no match for him.

"Looks like I'll have to be more careful in the future. I can't just lay a hand on her, or I'll suffer the consequences." Moke finally found a reason to not kill Lyra without feeling guilty.

Having not eaten meat for nearly a month, Mok's eyes turned red when he saw the werewolf lying unconscious on the ground.

He dragged his injured body closer, wanting to have a feast, but as soon as he tore off the hind leg of his own kind, he felt a wave of nausea.

What's going on? Could it be that eating the fruit for less than a month has changed a habit I've had since childhood?

No, it's definitely because I can't adapt to it suddenly. Drinking some blood will help!

Mok slit the werewolf's carotid artery and greedily sucked his blood. He gulped it down in two mouthfuls, but then the nausea returned, and he vomited it all up!

Seeing food and simultaneously feeling both craving and nausea was the most unbearable thing, and in the end, Moke gave up.

But when he turned around, he found Lyra secretly smiling, though he quickly covered it up, he was sure he wasn't mistaken.

"What are you laughing at? Can a sheep-man laugh at such a bloody scene?"

"It's nothing, I'm just a little happy that you can't eat meat anymore."

During the time they spent together, there were a few moments that made Moke feel that Lyra wasn't as innocent as she seemed; it was just that her speech and behavior were always a bit awkward, which dispelled his suspicions.

Seeing Lyra smirk, he was certain the guy wasn't that stupid, at least not as stupid as he seemed!

"Tell me, Lyra, did you do something to me?" Mok spoke to Lyra seriously for the first time.

"Alright, my dear friend, every day when I gather fruit for you, I add a herb that will alter your stomach, making it impossible for you to tolerate meat."

The truth was cruel. Moke almost fainted from anger after hearing it. No wonder this sheep-man could sleep so soundly next to him; he had been prepared all along!

Getting angry is useless now, Moke secretly resolved to kill her once he recovered and end this unrealistic life.

The injury wasn't serious, and Mok recovered in less than a week. That night, he quietly got up and bit Lyra's neck.

He tried several times to force it, but couldn't bring himself to do it. Then he suddenly noticed that Lyra was shedding tears.

"So this stupid sheep has already woken up, and it's stupid enough not to struggle."

Why can't you be ruthless? You're Lifetaker!

"No, she saved me, I should... No, she saved me only to torment me!"

"Push harder, and it will all be over."

Moke was struggling internally; the more he thought about it, the angrier he became, but in the end, he still took the bite.

He was unconscious for a moment; he didn't even know he had actually bitten down, but Lyra did indeed die.

Moke fled in panic. This was the first time he had ever been so flustered since he grew up; his heart was pounding in his chest.

"What did that stupid sheep say at the end? 'Friends'? Haha, how ridiculous! How could a wolf be a sheep's friend!"

"Hahaha... I did it!"

"Huh? What's this? Wolf's tears? Impossible, it must be that stupid sheep's blood!"

Mok went mad and eventually broke into the lynx's territory. When his throat was bitten off, he felt no pain.

Because he knew he wouldn't die; that stupid sheep would take care of him and help his wounds heal.

"Yes, that must be it."

Lyra did appear; she healed Mok, but both of them had changed their appearances, now wearing masks and sporting hooked marks on their foreheads.

When Mok woke up again, he looked at Lyra blankly, his mind a complete blank.

Who are you? Who am I?

"We are Kindred, dear wolves, the God of Death of this place."