Izzy rolled her eyes good-naturedly as Riley took his shirt. Her brows rose at his normal method of doing laundry. “I’ll add that to the list of mental images I’d like to erase.”
	[i]You and me both,[/i] she thought in agreement. Trevor was one of the last people she thought could intentionally hold a grudge. Especially considering how he had reacted when telling her about his guardians.
	She gave a heavy, irritated sigh at the look Riley gave her, but did not press the matter. She knew well enough that it would be pointless in the long run.
	Bidding him a good night and wishing him a speedy recovery, she left him to his rest and at last took care of the vampire child, giving him her apologies though she knew he would not respond with anything more than his usual glare. 
	Leaving the school with one of the thin scarves she had snuck in with this year’s school clothes as backups-- she had learned to keep more extras after the loss of her jacket and single spare--wrapped around her neck, she paused on the road leading away and glanced back at the school. Though she did not consider them [i]friends,[/i] per say, the two staying there had unintentionally become the closest things to them she had, besides Trevor. 
	With a quick salute in farewell to the inhabitants of the dark building, she mounted her bike and rode through the muggy night beneath the watchful quarter eye of the waning moon.

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	With her usual morning routine with her brothers done with, the problem of the two going out after the Wolf temporarily solved, and the end of the freedom of summer vacation coming to a rapid close, Izzy jumped on the opportunity to take some time to herself and do one of the things she loved most.
	 After slipping on a simple t-shirt, pair of jeans with a stringy hole at one knee, and one of her most comfortable pairs of shoes, she eagerly grabbing her walking staff from its careful storage in the corner of her closet. She took a moment to brush her thumb against one of the wings of the owl carved at its top, then hurried out into the warm, humid summer day.
	For once, she wanted one semi-[i]normal[/i] day. A day where no one’s life was in danger, where Trevor wasn’t being controlled by an aberration. But she would have to settle for the familiar feeling of concrete and grass beneath her feet. Not entirely caring where she ended up, she chose a direction and just walked.
	Soon, she slipped into the web of her thoughts, her feet carrying her on instinct along sidewalks and backroads. If Trevor was potentially going after anyone he held a subconscious grudge against, she would have to think of a way to find out who, if anyone, would be on that list. She had no idea what she would do with it, but that was a start, at least. She could visit some of his usual haunts, try to find some of his other friends and strike up a casual conversation.
	[i]Wouldn’t [u]that[/u] be a great conversation starter?[/i] she thought with a snort. [i]‘Hey, guys. You’re Trevor’s friends, right? I don’t suppose you know anyone he might subconsciously want to maul or anything, would you?’[/i]
	Izzy sighed heavily and transferred her staff from her left hand to her right as she went. Trevor was in this mess because, at least in part, of her. If only her brothers could have chosen that fateful night so long ago to not drive her crazy, or she had gone in a different direction, maybe he would not be in this mess. But then, Cerasus would have died, and those crazed hunters would have won. And, as insane as it all was, she had certainly gotten the adventure she had longed for, even if that wasn’t [i]quite[/i] what she had had in mind. If only Trevor had not become collateral damage in the mix, especially after all his help.
	She ran a hand through the lose portion of her hair, her usual scrunchie holding the back half in a high ponytail, and finally took in where she had ended up. She stopped when she realized she was by a park. [i]The[/i] park. The place that started it all.
	Without fully thinking about it, she slowly ventured deeper into the park to the relatively secluded playground. It looked different in the daylight. The swings and slides, monkey bars and backhoe diggers shone in the sunlight, deserted as they waited, lonely, for eager children to play on them. She found herself walking across the sand to the merry-go-round where she had heard Cerasus’ pleas for help. Almost in a daze, she started pulling at one of its yellow bars to get it moving.
	As she started another loop, she nearly bumped into someone, making her startle back, look up, and release the bar, letting the equipment turn on its own. She gasped and took a fearful step back when her eyes met the White Wolf’s.
	Her heart pounding in her chest, she cast a quick glance around the playground, making sure it was still deserted and wondering what in the world the Wolf was doing out in daylight, where [i]anyone[/i] could see him. But she did not dare keep her eyes from the Wolf for long.
	Despite its tone, Izzy remained tense, part of her ready to flee, and the other keeping her in place for fear of turning her back on it.
	She stared at it, brows raised, at the comment about looking ‘uptight’.
 	“How am I [i]supposed[/i] to look after you tore off my arm?” she hissed, her voice low as if trying to keep the Wolf’s presence a secret from the trees. She subconsciously flexed the fingers of her once torn limb at the thought, but stopped. “You... want to [i]reason[/i] with me?” she echoed incredulously when it paused.
	She listened intently, looking him over suspiciously and her grip on her staff tightening nervously as the Wolf began its explanation. When it mentioned her being in the home, it made a small part of her glad to know that Trevor must still be in there, somewhere. She only shook her head at his questions.
	“That's all good to know,” she began slowly, afraid of angering the Wolf, “but why are you telling me all this? What is it you want to ‘reason’ about?”