Dead leaves crunch beneath Leon’s boots. He couldn’t shake the eerie feeling of this place. He was sent to Spain for a top secret mission, needing to locate the president’s daughter.

A cool breeze blows through the trees, their leaves falling quietly to the ground. Goosebumps break over Leon’s skin, wishing he still had his jacket before the ganados knocked him out and took it.

He comes across a wide lake, a couple of buildings and houses surrounding it. He carefully steps up to one of the doors before he hears a whimper. He stops in his tracks and looks over his shoulder, not seeing anything. He waits a couple of seconds and hears the noise again.

Unholstering his gun, he walks toward the sound. It becomes louder the closer he gets to the source. At the edge of the tree line, he sees a massive wolf. Its ears are flat to its head, and it’s panting heavily as it lays on its stomach.

Leon frowns and takes a hesitant step forward. He looks down, noticing the wolf’s leg is stuck in a bear trap. Metal has torn through flesh and fur, coating the normally shiny surface in a dark red.

Carefully, he approaches the abnormally large creature. Wolves aren’t normally this size, right? Maybe it’s just a native species to Spain…

When the wolf begins to growl and snarl at him, he holsters his gun and raises his hands.

“Hey, easy, easy. I’m going to help you.”