Blackfeather Woods ɪᴛ ғᴇᴇʟs ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ʙɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ

Her thoughts were confirmed, and her hate manifested into a tensing of her whole form, gaze poison. There was little use trying to act of logic, to sort through her emotions when the darkness and the silence would only confuse and incite them further. She knew that she'd rather her brother be gone from her life, buried forever like the boy he was, not one of her wardens. To his words, she was silent a beat, understanding now, and hating. "I can fix that," the star-strewn girl hissed, before she lunged towards him, fangs looking to rend and tear her brother's face. 

Should things come down to it, she knew that she would not be able to kill. Not anyone, not her brother. No matter how removed she was from the distant, fierce girl of the mountain she had been, no matter how her hate and the silence twisted her, she was incapable of taking it upon herself to end another's life. What may have been honour outside the Wood, twisted to weakness within.