MIA: A WEREWOLF'S CURSE
Miram asked with a slyness in her tone as she spoke.
Mia's brows drew together in a frown as Miram's voice cut through her chain of thoughts.
"Your time is ticking, darling. Come up with something now or else." Miram shouted.
"Please, I'm thinking." Mia said, not intending to be rude.
After thinking for a few more minutes,
"Ugh, fu*k this."
Mia heard Miram say and in that moment, a thought came to her head.
"The prisoner." Mia yelled.
The sound of the elders whispering among themselves filled the air around Mia. It was clear to her that they didn't understand what she was trying to say.