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 b***h
