Again, Riley waved Izzy off. "Don't take it so seriously; that was just me atoning for my own mistake. We're even." In regards to her question about backup, he leaned back heavily and answered, "Yeah, I have a few colleagues from my college days, but they're a tough bunch to motivate. Not to mention, I think they'd be just as effective as me at this, given the circumstances."

He looked Izzy square in the eye, his own dark irises giving his gaze the weight of his knowledge and experience, "So let me lay this out plain. The White Wolf is a low-class aberration. Peanuts. Chump change. Compare it to a vampire, and it's a joke. Something has gone exceptionally wrong with this situation to give me this amount of trouble, more than a vampire. What I think is going on, is that rather than take Trevor over, the Wolf has somehow merged with him. It's the Wolf's malice and power we're up against, but also Trevor's wits."

Riley scratched his stubbly chin, before adding, "Or I could be wrong. Let me tell you a little story. There's this dog, dead at the side of a footpath. Maybe it starved, maybe somebody killed it, doesn't matter. It doesn't have a tail, so you can tell it didn't live a charmed life. A kind man passing by buries the dog, but as he touches it, the dog's spirit enters him. He starts acting out; he drinks too much, he hits his wife, and so on. No one wants to be around the man anymore. He goes to an exorcist, and he's told there never was a spirit; he was acting on his own will the whole time. A simple moral: nobody is totally good all of the time. That's part of what I think we're dealing with: Trevor's dark side, let loose. A wolf in sheep's clothing, but now without the clothing."

Riley sighed deeply, and fiddled with his cigarette. "Truth be told, I don't have much of a plan at the moment. I was going to scout around for a couple of days and see what else I can find out. If I have something for you, I'll let you know. 'Til then, just keep yourself safe."