Kamedon
When I motioned for Chip to come over, he held up a jagged dagger. The moonlight glistened off the blade. Remnants of ancient blood coated each side. With us being in our wolf form, Chip would have to slice the top of my paw while slicing the underside of Kannis. The thought came to mind that he was rushing into training. Shaking my enormous head, I dismissed the thought. Chip held the blade up.
“Kamedon, you know the ritual, stay still. I’ll be cutting the top of your paw. Same as if you were in your human form.” The blade bit into my fur.
I remained still but clenched my jaw—a soft growl emitted through my teeth. A lesser shifter would have done it quickly, so the pain was over. But custom dictates it’s to be done slowly, ensuring the wound opened completely. Blood poured f
