"I'm home," said a ten-year-old boy with brown hair as he walked into an apartment. He was also wearing a white shirt under and black jacket with a silver moon on the back and a pair of jeans.
"Just in time, mijo," said Frida as she came out of the kitchen.
"Dinner is just about done," she said.
"Alright, mom," said the boy as he put his backpack up on a hanging rack by the daughter before heading into the kitchen to wash his hands.
"Is dad supposed to be home tonight?" he asked while drying his hands.
"Sorry, Carlos, he was called in on hero dutty and won't be home for a couple of days I'm afraid," said Frida with a regretful expression.
"That's alright, it's busy being El Tigre," said Carlos at the same time he sat down at the table.
"I'm sure your father would love to be here though," said Frida.
"Seeing how he's out I guess I can't go on patrol then," said Carlos.
"And stop Silver Wolf from protecting people who need help?" asked Frida as she placed the food on the table.
"I don't think so," she said while smiling at her son.
"You mean it?!" asked an excited Carlos.
"Of course, but you have to eat your dinner and finish your homework before you can go out," said Frida as she sat down across the table from Carlos.
"Homework is already done," said Carlos.
"How did Manny and I get so lucky to have you as our kid?" asked Fredia as she shook her head out of disbelief from how different he was from the two of them. Later, out on the roof of the building.
"Spirit of the Silver Wolf!" said Carlos while holding a wolf shaped necklace up to the sky. In a flash of light, his brown hair turned silver as a black and silver wolf outfit appeared over his clothes.
"TIme to hunt some bad guys," said Silver Wolf before jumping across the roofs heading out into the city.