Luke watched the girl screaming in pain. He watched her shedding tears of blood and shrieking with madness.
He watched her go through a torment only she was privy to, shedding tears along with her.
Seeing her suffering pained his heart. Seeing her cry with utter despair wrenched his black heart.
But he did not step forward to stop the voice. He did not step forward to interfere.
He wanted every connection and bond she had with the werewolf completely severed.
Because he wanted her, completely and irrevocably his, in both mind and soul.
For that to happen, enduring a little bit of pain was nothing.
Thinking to this point, his pained expression turned impassive, dark tendrils swirling around his body as he watched her madly thrash in the red machine.
"How much longer before you are done?" He indifferently asked the voice.
"Hehehehe.....Just a little more. She is more stubborn than I thought."
"I want to form the mate-bond with her the moment you are done."
