Northstar Vale i'm so tired of eating all my misspoken words

Was it Siarut before her?  Or was it that boy under the stars?  Or was it the woman she'd killed?  Or was it Raven, with her beautiful face and her comforting words and her warm touch?

But Raven's eyes weren't green.  Don't fucking touch me — she seethed, chin tucked as he took a step closer.  Her legs trembled before she launched herself at him, a flurry of fangs and white-hot anger.  No doubt she'd be subdued — she could hardly hold herself up! — but she was intent on doing as much damage as she could before he threw her off of him.

Maybe she'd kill him.  Or maybe she'd be lucky, and he'd put her out of her misery.