She tugged her arm away, stepped back from him, feeling rage.

Step hated feeling such rage toward the person he loved most.

I knew he cared, but nevertheless felt rage growing inside me.

It's confusing trying to figure it out, you know, because sometimes I feel rage toward them.

Feeling rage, he leaped up from the bed and followed after her.

For an instant she felt rage and brought her hand back to strike.

He felt rage mingled with fear, but no hope at all.

She had felt rage and despair in about equal portions.

So why did he feel such rage when someone criticized?

How much rage he must feel, she told herself.