Dominik stared at the blood dripping from the wound on the owl's neck. The fact that she hadn't screamed or yelled was making him more entranced with her. The idea of playing with Bernadette until she finally broke was like a siren's call, taking him away from his purpose.
"Step away," said Lucien softly from his place in front of the door. "She isn't a toy to be played with; she knows where our mate is. You need the information from her more than you need her blood."
Dominik nodded his head, the red fluid calling to him to withdraw more. But Lucien was right. This woman had the answers that they needed. It was just a matter of figuring out how to get them.
However, the one thing that surprised him was how much his wolf hated the sight of Bernie's blood.
'Are you going soft on me?' asked Dominik to his wolf as he stepped away from Bernie.