Carlos POV
I am sitting in the lounge, sending daggers at a stupid mutt. He's not even acknowledging my existence right now. I don't know why but it's pissing me off more than anything right now. I feel an ache in my head, and my hands form fists as I place both at my sides. Shifting in place to ease the pain but try not show it to the enemy. The others went out in search of Pishka. Jacob can't go because he wouldn't know where to start and his pretending not to care is enraging me. He acts like he can't live without his sister one day then the next he acts like he wishes she didn't exist in the first place