Chapter 88. Close One

Alpha William's POV

A gust of cold air hit my face, compelling me to inhale sharply, while wriggling my nostrils, fighting the strong urge to sneeze.

I watched as Caleb reached out towards my dear daughter Issahil, a knife in his hand. He took her hand from mine and made a small cut on her palm with it.

For some reason I finched when she did. He brought the burning clay pot closer to her, holding her palm over it so that streaks of her blood poured into it.

His lips muttered the spell as he did this and my daughter Issahil repeated his words as soon he ended his. And then he tapped on her forehead three times and she stilled, her heartbeat coming to a halt.

“Take her hands again in yours! Don't break the circle no matter what!” Caleb instructed and I did, not minding the mushy feeling of her still bleeding palm, rubbing over mine and staining it.

It should have started to heal, the cut on her palm, but it wasn't healing, most prob