Chapter 11. Fight for Freedom

Amelie

Now it was a waiting game. I could see the sun had come up, and I knew he would be coming to check on me soon. I analyze the room, trying to decide what the best angle to ambush him would be. I decided it would be best to move the dresser next to the doorway and stand on top. I swing my “sleeve maces”—yep, I figured out a weapon name—down using gravity to give me more force. I push the dresser over and wait. I had never felt bloodlust before and wondered if this was what it felt like. I was not even nervous or scared. I was raging with hate. I wanted to see him bleed!

I hear footsteps. I can tell they are lighter than Tate’s. It’s Karen. The monster creator herself. She is entirely complacent in this whole thing. Even without my wolf’s strength, I can take this old bitch out. I push my back up against the wall, still standing on the dresser.

Karen opens the door and looks around the small one-room loft. She has a bowl of oatmeal on a tray. She takes