Chapter fourteen

DANTE

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "You want me to give you fifty generations of werewolves as slaves?" I asked, my voice shaking with disbelief. "That's preposterous! Do you have any idea how ridiculous that sounds?" I struggled to keep my emotions in check, but I could feel my anger building.

One of the witches let out a laugh that was half mocking, half hysterical. "Ridiculous?" she asked, her voice ringing with false amusement.

"Do I look like I'm joking," I said growling.

"It wasn't ridiculous when our kind was captured by your forefathers and used for horrible experiments?" She paused for a moment, her voice trembling with barely controlled fury. "They were tortured during the day and night," she said, her eyes blazing with rage.

"But that was in the past!" I yelled, cutting off the witch before she could continue. "I know what my forefathers did was wrong, and I'm willing to make things right. That's why we're here, isn't it?" I searched the witches' faces, trying to