Her eyes stay blue, but she doesn't move. Let him make the first move. She's not helpless and she's tired of his misogynistic crap and his hatred of her just because she can't be his fetish object.

"Unfortunately for you, we're stuck in this little town together, whether you like it or not." She won't allow herself to be brought down to his level. "That means, like it or not, we depend on each other for survival." Her voice is even, controlled. No more growl, no more hint of a temper. It's a skill every wolf learns.