This isn't the cold fury of Carthak, the quiet, reasonable voice in her mind explaining that someone has to pay for what was taken from her. This is hot and immediate, flooding through her as she looks at the creature who murdered her friends. She'll kill him. She'll KILL him. She doesn't care what he is or how strong he is; she will dig her claws into his eyes, she will crush his spine in her jaws, she will rip him apart with teeth and talons and even that will be a kindness compared to what he deserves.

Diane shifts into snow leopard shape and twists in Peeta's grasp until she's facing him, until she can brace her paws against his body and shove. LET ME GO! she snarls, keeping her claws sheathed only through an enormous effort of will.