For a moment, Izzy thought maybe whatever had happened to him had rendered him incapable of speaking, of understanding her. But then, his expression twisted in an unnervingly un-Trevor-like way.
	His ‘[i]master’s friend.[/i]’ She inhaled, and it felt like her stomach dropped. Though the person, the [i]aberration[/i] standing before her wore her friend’s face, it bore none of what made Trevor, Trevor.
	Realization dawned on her when he mentioned her presence at his burial. The dog. The White Wolf. She felt the blood drain from her face. She had the feeling that [i]this[/i] was what Riley had feared. They had fallen in that last ten-percent chance.
	Confusion pulled at her expression, before not-Trevor moved to toss something at her. She flinched back, her palms closing as she readied to dodge, but instead two limp bodies thunked at her feet.
	She stared down at them, her mouth agape in fear and shock. When not-Trevor laughed with startling volume, she jumped and her head snapped back toward him until he finished speaking.
	Izzy looked back to the two unconscious bodies. Her jaw and fists clenched tightly at her sides. Trevor’s so-called parents. The people who had abused him. Whatever the Wolf had done to them, part of her felt they had deserved it.
	With a slight shake of her head to try dispelling the feeling, she looked back to the Wolf. Trevor’s ‘parents’ would have to wait. Something about the White Wolf had Riley concerned, which was disconcerting in and of itself. She had no idea what it could or would do to the city.
	“Fine, but what are [i]you[/i] going to do?” she called after him, trying to regain his attention as she stepped around Trevor’s guardians. Though she feared she would be little more than kibble to the Wolf if she got on its bad side, what with being little more than a human, she could at least try to delay it.