Blackfeather Woods Aimless Direction

Morgana shook her head. "No, I can't kill them. I just can't." She drew her claws across the ground in anger, shredding the dirt and stunted plants. "The father was..." in that moment, she came close, so close, to whispering his name. But she couldn't, could she? He would do terrible, terrible things. And he still didn't know. What he would do when he found out...

"-a loner. He attacked me."

Morgana paused, stopping her clawing. She would kill him, tear his limbs from his body....strangely, the thought calmed her. "Burke, please don't tell anyone this. I don't want anyone to know, yet. To tell the truth, I'm...scared"
She hated fear, it was a tool she used, she shouldn't feel it. It was weak.