Ethan, who was looking at the werewolf Milena had caught, leaned closer to the werewolf's face and smiled at him.
"Now you will have to speak everything you know. The pain will only be temporary but you will suffer so much that you will beg for your life."
Milena who was walking down the street stretched out her hands and smiled because she was about to buy a cheese sandwich.
When she arrives at a food restaurant, she entered and greet the clerk.
"Good afternoon Yair, I hope it has not arrived at the moment because I would like to order a cheese sandwich."
Yair, a young man of Mexican descent, smiled and shook his head. "Not at all Princess Milena, you want your sandwich as always."
Milena sighed and nodded. "Don't tell me Princess, Yair, we've known each other for a long time. Just call me Milena.
Like you, I am just another woman who grew up in the United States, maybe not in the best shape of it, but in the end I was educated in this place ... "
