Returning to her cottage, Kat slammed the door and locked it behind her. Wild breaths burst from her lungs and turned to growls as a pulse thundered in her skull and heat rose up her neck and back. She grabbed a handful of rushes from floor and hurled them against the wall.
The Feuerschwert whispered to her, beckoning her to act. The words came in a language she did not know, but the words seemed to form into understanding. The blade needed to be fed. She had to act, had to kill.
She paced around the room, kicking aside rushes and, clawing at her hair. "Screw this."