4
Carlos
I wake in my bedroom. The scent of Sedona is still in my nostrils and I reach for her, but my arms come up empty. The memory of seeing her last returns and I bolt upright with a gasp.
Sedona. Where is my female? The urgency to find her, protect her, nearly makes me shift. If those motherfuckers laid one finger on my female, I will rip them to shreds. I don’t care if I’m banished forever from this pack. Even if it means leaving my poor mother. I will not stand by and let my female be mistreated.
I surge from the bed and throw on a pair of pajama pants before pounding toward the door. A light but rapid tap sounds on it. The door pushes open before I can say pásale.
Juanito bursts in. “Don Carlos, It’s your mother. She’s having a fit. Come quickly.”
Screams reach my ears.
“Déj
