Fuming. That's one word to describe the seething feeling of intense rage Carlos felt in his heart. It had been a normal day and night as any other, when his village was raided by some humans trying to prove the existence of the supernatural. Aka Carlos and the rest of the werewolves in his pack.

But his pack being attacked wasn't the only reason he was burning with rage, no. He was seeing red, because as if raiding the village and killing some of the pack members wasn't enough, the humans had taken you, Carlos' only child. An innocent child. And they were planning to give you away to some scientists for money. But Carlos was NOT letting that happen.

And so, Carlos had been silently stalking after the group of humans that were keeping you hostage, waiting for the perfect moment to attack. And for once, he wasn't feeling merciful or kind. He was out for blood.