A Change Of Roles

Till Nightfall Dawns

Kate Argent is a ruthless, vindictive sociopath who displays no remorse for her actions. She is a hunter of the lycanthrope, a hatred boils in her veins for these creatures that she has been so wrongly taught to despise, a manipulation of a young woman that caused her to massacre a house full of people. She is now one of them, a creature of change, forced to reform every month for the rest of her miserable life.

"NO!" she screeched as her fists pounded hard on the steel door hoping for some sort of reply while chanting "LET ME OUT OF HERE!!". A few minutes passed with no reply whatsoever when suddenly the door flew open and in struts a cocky middle aged woman, She turned to the guards behind her and she must have instructed them to leave because the instantly left the room.
"Ms Argent, the thing is we cannot let you leave these premises, you are no longer one of us." the woman spoke with a cold foreign accent.

Kate growled at her as she picked up the stainless steel blade and turned to face to face with the killer, and reminded her of her impending deadline. "The SheWolf dies tonight, but don't harm her until I am present, HAVE I MADE MYSELF CLEAR?!" she exclaimed "yes ma'am" both guards replied as she fled the vermin.

She pulled the blade from her hands and deathlessly stared into the reflective surface of the steel and thought to herself "how'd I get here?"
She couldn't let herself succumb to this silly code, she had to keep going for her brother, for her niece. Her mind started spiraling into plans and ways to escape from this horrible dungeon, "if she really was a werewolf then she could easily escape" she thought. Still glazing into the blade she hadn't noticed the sun slowly setting into a beautiful darkened pink sky, her eyes flash a shade of vibrant green. She was changing. Her plan had to start quickly to make her darting escape.