Blue created a circle of which she sat in, a little wooden bowl was in front of her still in the circle.
Cane watched her wondering exactly what she was doing, she passed a knife to him and he stared at her questionably.
“Don’t you want to break the curse, I need your blood for that” she said.
He caught the palm of his hand and a drop of his blood fell into the bowl.
“I need more” she said and he cut himself again, Blue got the knife from him and also cut herself releasing only a drop of her blood.
“How come yours is just a drop” Cane grunted by such partiality.
“I am not the victim here” she stretched her hand to him and he saw her wounds healing like any wolf would.
“What again?” He asked.
“Your dearest possession” she raised her brow in a frown, did he not hear anything the witc
