CHAPTER 43

AVA:

Damien folded his fist, his fingers already drawing blood from his tightened fist.

"You...you really don't know anything about it?" He asked again and I shook my head in negation.

"No, I don't. I heard of it just now." I replied, wondering if he was trying to pin the blame pin the blame on me.

His eyes were gravely sad and his lips expressed nothing but anger.

I was expecting Damien to go ahead and tell me what was going out, but he simply rushed out. I on my part, had no courage to pull him back.

"The slave trade..." I muttered to myself.

The slave trade, a trade which involved the capturing, buying, and selling of enslaved humans by werewolves had been abolished a few decades ago.

Our predecessors had reached an agreement with the humans that they would abolish the slave trade in exchange for drawing of boundaries and the end of war between them.

However, here was Damien igniting a feud of years ago. The reason he is restless with each passing second is that he has a very hig