His words never really processed in her mind. Her mind was at home, half wondering if the rest of the pack would show up, and this would all be a bad dream. Or her father would come around the corner and literally tear the man limb from limb, because he'd do it, more easily than Kate could.
Her eyes fluttered open for a second, her face blank. Walter's face barley came into view when she felt the knife at her neck. Her eyes went wide, but she made no move to scream. Her mouth never opened as he pressed the blade down. The only thing she offered was a piercing blue eyes, filled with no fear, but full of hate.
And then she was gone. Her body went limp on the sidewalk as she blood began to pool around her. A few seconds later, her claw like hands reverted back into slim delicate looking hands, and her eyes remained open, continuing to stare up at him as if she was still glaring at him.