Enrique didn't know how he would react after hearing that revelation from Natasha.
"Is that true? Who told you that nonsense?! Don't make up a story, Natasha!" Enrique suddenly got mad for no reason. Maybe, he didn't want to have false hope. All these years, he kept controlling his feelings, reminding himself over and over again that Marceline was his cousin… that they were blood-related.
"No! Can't you just believe me this time?! Marceline is a werewolf! She is strong… have you forgotten what she had done to our mother?!" Natasha retorted.
"But we haven't seen it with our own eyes," Enrique insisted. But deep inside, he was hoping that it was true. Marceline was not related to them by blood.
"Brother! Wake up! Stop siding with a traitor! Our Dad is still bedridden. Our grandpa is missing. And Mom… our Mom…" Natasha was not able to control her emotions. She burst out crying.
