Selene’s POV
The old man with long beard looked almost like a half-completed wolf. He had a hunch back and hairs on his face. He didn't look human in some ways.
The old man dipped the knife into the bowl and brought it out stained with something blue and slimy.
I stared at him, confused, wondering what he was up to.
He held the knife upwards, muttered something I couldn’t understand, and rubbed it on each side of my arms and then my forehead.
My skin shivered at the feeling of the blue slimy substance.
None of them said a word, just moving like they were under some kind of control.
Then I felt the place I was chained to begin rising.
They rose too, lifting their arms into the air and lowering them again.
Could these be members of the pack?
A door opened before me, and I felt mys
