“[i]Really?[/i]” Izzy stared out the doorway once more with shocked gratitude. Despite the situation she had placed him in, and the loathing and silent treatment he had given her these past months, he had remained only inches from her so she would heal, instead of letting her lose an arm.
	Her attention returned to Riley when he answered her second question. She gave a sigh of relief; though they were horrible parents, she could not imagine how Trevor would feel if the Wolf had used him to kill them.
	“[i]Excuse me?[/i]” Izzy bit, interrupting his statement of eliminating her from the task. Her jaw and hands clenched as Riley explained his reasoning. Once again, she was utterly useless to help her friend. “I [i]won’t[/i] just sit around twiddling my thumbs and hoping for the best! Not when a monstrosity’s marauding about town toward who knows what purpose using the body of the guy I--” She faltered before she ended with ‘love,’ and glanced to the wall with an irritated huff.
	“He’s my friend, Riley,” she continued pleadingly, shaking her head and looking to the floor. “There has to be [i]something[/i] I can do!” She paused contemplatively. “If... if the White Wolf’s bound to common belief, could we alter its abilities by spreading rumors?”