At the last moment as the backdoor slung open, the minor distraction allowed the panicking, crazed were-vixen to grab the knife and throw off the two young werewolves and slide out of the were-cat's grasp. Caught in a trap of her own making, Yvette was desperate, snarling she took out her anger, desperation, and insanity on the only target her crazed mind could see... Martha. Using every ounce of her strength and speed, Yvette charged the were-cat with the knife, aiming to plunge it into her lying, cheating, husband-stealing breast!
William cried out and at the last moment, flung himself between the vixen and his wife. A white heat penetrated his chest. Yvette's eyes widened as she let go of the knife, staggering back as William Anderson, the only thing that ever matter to her... the only man she ever loved... sank to the ground, the knife lodged in his heart. Martha screamed as she caught William as he fell, "No.no.nononono...William...You..You're gonna be fine... You're a were now...right...a little knife...wound isn't... " She tried to remove the knife but it was firmly lodged and she left it along scared that pulling it out might cause more harm than good, "You're...gonna be okay...." William smiled up at her...the same comforting smile she remembered so fondly before all this ever happened as he took her paw in his weak grasp....blood pooling in his lips as he coughed, "B..bond... o..or not...y..you wer...were always my...love... I'm....I'm sorry......I..I love you..M...Martha.."
The two werewolves and the reinforcements quickly subdued the wailing were-vixen even as the paramedics rushed to the scene. But it was too late for William...He was pronounced dead at the scene.