My trembling hand grips the knife's blade. In front of me, a scorching pit of fire awaits my hand's slicing. I can almost feel the same pack members', pals', and David's ideas striking my mind.

Just before I cut my hand, my eyes shut. Hunter snatches my knife from me, and I lift my bloodied hand to the fire. Three drops of blood fall into the blazing embers. Then I let go of my hand and look into David's. He encourages me by nodding.

Four objects will be dropped in the same fire where our blood has evaporated.

Turning my head, I see my mate holding something.

Jessica approaches David...