Kate felt the bite after expecting to feel her throat be ripped out, as the sudden thoughts flooded her mindhe bit me the recollection of all her training and being told about the fate of what is to come. If she turns. It was never a matter of 'IF' she didn't get a chance to react before she felt a force of Peter throwing her and hitting a wall.
About this time Kate startled jumped awake, realizing she had been out cold. Her breathing heavily, heart racing. How long had she been out? As her thoughts flooded and her focus still off she realized she wasn't at the Hale house. Where was Peter? What happened after she was out cold? Kate felt like she was being watched, strangely. Hoping, but dreading its her brother Chris. Both had been raised to know just what would be next as she had felt the stinging reminder that she had been bitten by Peter. She brought her hand up to her shoulder where the bit was located.
"Son of a bitch" Kate said harsh toned and accompanied groans. It hurt, her body ached all over. If she knew how she hit and landed she would heavily understand the aches. What hurt the most is she wasn't sure if Allison was alive. Kate apologized for what she did to Peter's family to save her niece. She was certain it would have been her end, she never wanted it to take her niece in the process. Then with a deep breath, it her brother was there what was he waiting for. Kate didn't want to wait for it, she didn't want time to think of a life she would surely miss out as soon as she was put down.
"Let's get this over with Chris - no long good-byes" a tone in her voice - a sadness. Kate didn't really want to die this way, but she didn't want to live as a werewolf - what she was trained to hunt, kill and hate. She lost friends over the bite, seeing the beast that it is. Her and her brother did know. What she wasn't currently aware of is that it wasn't Chris she was with.