“[i]Twenty...[/i]” Izzy breathed, her eyes widening at the unbelievable number of times he had faced and fallen against the White Wolf plaguing Trevor. “That’s...” she shook her head in disbelief. “That’s [i]insane![/i]” Her emerald gaze hardened. “There has to be [i]something[/i] I can do to help, if you won’t even let me try to heal you. It’d be the least I could do for you coming to my rescue.” She jerked her head toward her left arm, now practically fully healed as far as she could tell
 	“How would you kill the White Wolf without hurting Trevor?” she continued, her reason for coming to the school in the first place yet again pushed to the side. “Don’t you balance keepers--or whatever you want to call yourselves--have some form of backup? Help you can call on when things get sticky?”