Carlos, his face heavily clouded with anger, mounted his horse and rode back to the rogue's quarters. With a wave of determination to murder his brother, he clenched his fist and gritted his teeth, striking his horse hard enough to make it gallop more quickly than it had previously. When he arrived at the rogue's quarters, he dismounted and strode inside holding his sword. In a matter of minutes, he killed every rogue who dared to approach him by striking them. As he killed more of the rogues, blood flew everywhere, his face displaying a mixture of helpless rage.
When he walked in, he could see the Lycans still fighting with the hybrids. By that time, a lot of the hybrids were defeated but some of the Lycans were defeated as well. Carlos, utterly enraged, swiftly appeared in front of his
