Gonzalo POV
**12 years after the end **
“Miguel, get down from there. You’re supposed to be sleeping. You have school in the morning.” I chastised my 12-year-old.
“But I want to learn to fight like you and mom. How am I supposed to protect my sisters if I don’t know how to fight?” he argued.
I sighed, “Buddy, we talked about this. That’s not your job yet. Right now, you need to learn at school so you get strong up here” I patted his head, “before you can get strong here,” I pointed to his arms.
“But what if the bad wolves come again?” He pouted. I sighed. We had a rare rogue attack from a couple of desperate, starved wolves a couple of weeks ago and Thomas had gotten hurt protecting the kids at the daycare. When Miguel heard about it at school, he thought Ellie had been hurt and ran h
