Izzy swallowed, hard, when the Wolf turned to her, and she tried to relax, to show nothing but a display of terrified respect. When he bore his fangs, she stepped uneasily back, her heart pounding in her chest. For a moment, she could not breathe as he spoke, his mouth moving with a voice that did not belong to Trevor. 
	“A-as you--” she stuttered, trying to appease him, wishing the wrath disfiguring his face would disappear, but one moment he was a fair distance away, and the next, he was on top of her. Her words cut off in a scream as a searing pain speared through her arm and shoulder. 
	 Spots flooding her vision, the Wolf’s next words to her sounded distant and garbled, but she heard them nonetheless. 
	It took her a moment to realize the Wolf had left, but all that mattered was that [i]it was gone.[/i] And still in Trevor’s body. Eyes scrunched shut and teeth grinding together, Izzy rolled onto her stomach with agonized groans, propping herself up on her remaining arm as crimson soaked the sidewalk.
	With heaving breaths, she forced herself into a kneeling position She looked to her shoulder with a mix of pain and shock, then unwrapped her thin scarf from her neck with a shaking hand. Though she didn’t know her full limitations, she had no desire to find out if severe blood loss was one of them. 
	She had to move. And fast.
	With no little effort and in more time than she would have liked, she managed to wrap the scarf around the wound, trying to stifle a cry when she tightened it with hand and teeth to stanch the wound. Bent over, her hand a tight fist on the sidewalk in front of her, she looked to Trevor’s guardians. 
	She bent her head, gave a groaning sob, then forced herself unsteadily to her feet. There was no telling what the two had seen, whether or not they thought Trevor had attacked them. She could not leave them in the open--the dark stain saturating the pavement was suspicious enough on its own, if anyone decided to venture out this late--but there was no way she could drag them, one-handed and bleeding, back to their beds to hope they would wake up thinking everything was a nightmare.
	Swallowing hard, she wiped the blood slickening her hand onto her pants and began the tedious task of dragging the two into the nearest alleyway, making sure they were out of sight, though she treated them none-too-gently. She checked to see if they were still alive, letting the pain radiating from her shoulder fuel an anger for the Wolf and toward herself; she could not do anything to help her friend regarding his living situation, and there had been nothing she could do to stop the Wolf from gallivanting about using his body.
	Once she was content enough that Trevor’s guardians weren’t visible from the street, she returned to her bike. Her jaw clenched as she looked to the severed limb, laying just outside the glow of the streetlight. It neither regrew, nor disappeared.
	She couldn’t leave [i]that[/i] there, either, even if she wanted to.
	Izzy stuffed the arm in her backpack as well as she could, which had sat discarded and already soiled with red not far from it, and tried to not look at it. She had had more than her share of disembodied limbs for one lifetime. Only this time, it was [i]hers.[/i] Her stomach did a few sickening flips. Whether from handling the limb or a loss of blood, she could not say.
	Hoping Riley knew of a way to reattach it, she slung the pack over her right shoulder. She walked her bike beside her and took the side roads, just in case, leaning some of her weight on the bike and trying to prevent aggravating her shoulder further. She went as fast as she could toward the park, grimacing and hissing whenever she moved wrong, and hoping Riley would not have gone too far from the park yet. To say things had gotten “hairy” would be an understatement.