Isabella Martini - POV
I saw Sophia walk towards us and give Jacob a wine glass that was made out of gold along with a small silver dagger. "Alpha Bianchi, you can go ahead," Jacob said as he passed the dagger to Arlo. He took it in his hand and looked me in the eye as he brought the dagger close to his wrist in his right hand.
Without breaking our eye contact, he sliced his skin as the blood began to flow. A gasp left my mouth as I stared at him in horror. He didn't flinch, nor did he hiss as the blood flowed down his wrist while Jacob collected a few drops into the wine glass.
The wound quickly closed as he passed the dagger to me. "Miss. Isabella Martini, it's your turn," Jacob exclaimed as I took the dagger and stared at it. The blade glistened in the light while Arlo's blood coated the edge of the blade.