The White Wolf flinched, turning around to face Izzy completely. His face was twisted into an expression of pure rage and hatred, something Izzy had never expected to see on Trevor's features. He bared his fangs at her, spittle running from his lips, and a vein throbbed in his forehead.

"Master has me now," He growled, voice unsettlingly deep. He may have been speaking with his own voice, rather than borrowing Trevor's. "You are unneeded. Parents, friends, all are unneeded. Even Master himself is unneeded. Don't expect all sorts of things from my master, you fool!"

And then, the White Wolf jumped at her. Rather, Izzy was able to assume that he jumped at her, as the only thing she was able to perceive was when he [i]finished[/i] jumping. It was terrifying to Izzy that, now with mostly-human eyes, this aberration was capable of a speed she was unable to fully comprehend. And then, like a dog catching a rabbit, he bit into Izzy's left arm. With nothing but the power of his fangs and jaw, he ripped Izzy's left arm from its shoulder. With no more difficulty than someone plucking a ripened fruit.

"That is nothing compared to the pain Master has had to bear." He said, after spitting out Izzy's arm.

As Izzy lay on the ground in agony, bleeding profusely onto the pavement, the White Wolf escaped by leaping into the night sky. It jumped away so far and so fast, that it could practically be described as having flown rather than jumped. Izzy had little else to do but clutch the ragged stump of her severed arm. While she still had vampiric regeneration, it was a far cry from what it was when she was undead, and so her arm did not regrow. Besides that problem, she had the White Wolf's two victims to consider as well.