There were people casting spells left and right, and in the back of her head, Kate knew she was really a thirteen year old girl, she was really in a classroom, and she really wasn't THIS angry at some of her classmates. She growled again, and it brought on a little more anger. She inched closer to those she felt the anger toward, almost daring them to cast on her or try to capture her in any way.

Werekate looked down at all her fur, and she ran a furred hand over it. She should feel scared, embarrassed, or disgusted at all that fur, but she didn't. The overwhelming feeling of being angry overpowered all other feelings. She growled again and allowed her eyes to scan the crowd of students. What had they ever done to anger her so much?