Hatred was not an emotion Kagome dealt with often.
Irritation, yes. Anger, absolutely. Hatred, though, was something she thought she'd never have to dabble with.
Staring at the endless row of graves in front of her, Kagome had clearly been wrong.
(Something ugly swelled under her skin, emotion bubbling underneath the surface of her smile to crack dark little webs of dark, dark black.)
Underneath her clenched fists, power pulsed into the earth.