I looked at Marek, he was treating me like his child. I purred gently as he hit the nerves in my neck. I knew I wanted to hit them all, but I couldn't, he'd taken me in the blind-spot.
"Damn you..." I couldn't scare Marek, he'd had experience with Silver's before.
He put me down, and I started to regain control.
"Freya, I apologise."
I stuck my claws in the grass and cleaned them, they were still bloody from the encounter with the guards. For most, it would take 12 years to control the transformation, I'd done it in 5, counting the years previous to this.
"Right, where are we going, anyone need killing, just shout me, i'm in the mood!"
I pounced around playfully, I was perking up a bit now.