Draven POV
I hadn’t felt much more than a tiny sting when the knife had slashed across my palm and created a bright red line on it.
Drop by drop, I watched the tiny trail of red as it leaked from my palm into the small bowl held in front of me by the witch doctor.
Even as I watched, I knew it wouldn’t take long before I started healing. I had been blessed with a healing rate was a lot faster than that of most people.
But at that moment, as I watched how slowly the blood was collecting in the bowl, I couldn’t help but feel that it was more of a curse instead.
I squeezed hard to force the blood out faster, but she placed a finger on top of my hand and shook her head, “there’s no need to rush, Alpha. Let things happen naturally. It’s all part of the ritual.”
It took a good amount of
