He fisted Miguel's hair and drove a brutal punch into his stomach, forcing him to double over.
Then his knee slammed into Miguel's face, sending him crashing backward.
Fernando didn't stop.
He attacked like a wild beast, fists flying mercilessly into Miguel's face again and again.
Miguel tried to shield himself, arms raised in weak defense but it was useless.
Fernando's blows carried the strength of a werewolf.
The boy never stood a chance.
"Think about her again," Fernando snarled between punches, "and I'll rip your fucking throat out."
A scream tore from Miguel's mouth.
"She's mine," Fernando roared. "Sofía is fucking mine!"
Rage tore through him.
His canines pushed past his lips.
His nails lengthened, sharp and deadly.
He was shifting.
Miguel's body finally went slack beneath him.
That was when Fernando stopped.
Chest heaving, he stepped back, staring down at the bloodied, barely recognizable figure.
The bruises would heal.
But nothing was broken beyond repair.
