Alejandro Vargas

The smell of antiseptics and burnt gunpowder mingled in the narrow compartment of the field hospital. The flashing lights on the pulse monitors rhythmically illuminated the darkened room, and a roar vibrating across the floor made the medical trays tremble.

Alejandro sat on the cot, breathing heavily. Deep wounds blazed across his chest and shoulder—the result of a brutal ambush in the mountains, where the "Los Vaqueros" squad had been forced to fight their way through superior forces. But along with the physical pain, his beast form was also unleashing itself.

The usually reserved colonel was now barely controlling the hybrid. Behind him, the huge, menacing silhouette of a half-wolf, half-predator kept looming: thick, dark fur, powerful paws with long claws, and a bared mouth emitting a low, hollow growl. The beast's glowing yellow eyes reacted to every movement around it in the darkness of the infirmary.

"Colonel, you need to lie down! You're losing blood!" the young medic tried to step closer with a clamp and bandages.

Alejandro abruptly pushed his hand away, forcing the doctor to jump back. A beast's protective instinct, mixed with the adrenaline from the battle, interpreted any touch as a threat. A flash of golden-red and dark gray light in the shadows behind him made everyone present freeze.

"Back..." Alejandro gritted out, his voice hoarse and laced with a distinctly animalistic rumble. He gripped the edges of the couch tightly, trying to suppress his aggression and regain control of himself so the medics could do their job.

At that moment, Sergeant Major Rodolfo Parra quickly entered the infirmary door. Assessing the situation and seeing the hybrid's looming silhouette, he raised his palms and walked forward with a calm, confident stride, gesturing for the medics to temporarily retreat.

He is a man of few words, sometimes rude, but if you get close enough to him, you can understand that he can even be quite warm.