~CALLIE’S P.O.V~
We gather around the fire as Ashley starts chanting in another language. Latin to be exact. She drops the strands gathered from the brush into the fire. I watch as they sizzle into nothing while spreading that awful smell of burnt hair into the air. Our eyes connect as she nods her head, signaling it's time. I walked over and looked into the bowl that was holding random contents that are all required for the tracking spell, only missing one ingredient, my blood. I lifted my hand over the translucent substance, Ashley, picking up the handle of the dagger from the fire. She looks back at me for the signal to continue. I nodded my head, informing her I was ready. She lifts the dagger into the air, chanting some more in Latin before bringing the dagger down in a swift slice.
