She shook her head, fighting back the urge to tear out his throat, concerned that she even had the urge to do such a thing. But her own instincts were fighting her and her eyes shifted to a new color as her vision darkened. Her fury rose and the killer instinct, the thirst for blood overrode all her senses, the dark energy rising as the Void clashed with the light magic around her soul.

She flinched and took a step back, shaking her head again, her senses suddenly dying. She coughed, choking on the air she was trying to breathe. Her body began to shake and her eyes shifted between green and red. She released a low whimper, followed by a snarl and foam began to drip from her mouth.