Mia's p.o.v

"What?" He asked again loudly.

"Brandon, how many times do I have to say this? I agree to do it." I answered a little loudly.

A Golden wolf he said. It all sounded like a made-up story from those fairy tale books. Was there such a thing? But then again my kind too were myths to humans and tales in their book, so it could be possible.

Although what I couldn't understand was why the elders thought of me as such a powerful Werewolf. I was an Omega who bent to each high up's ...