"Normally, when a human touches me when I lay dead, I can feel out what parts of them are darkest and live in there. But there's nothing like that inside of my master. He has no hate, no grief, no anger. But there's no compassion or kindness, either. When he took the time to bury me, he didn't have any pity for me. It was just routine for him. Burying a dead dog is just what you're supposed to do. It's like a formula." The idea was chilling. Perhaps [i]there[/i] was Trevor's dark side, hiding in plain sight? "He just wants to be normal, so badly. The stress of it was killing him. So that's where I took root, and that's the kind of creature that I am now. I'm not a very smart aberration, so the only compulsion I have it to relieve his stress."

The White Wolf crossed its arms over Trevor's defined chest, which prickled like goose-flesh in the late morning breeze. "So here's my offer. Leave me alone, and this will all work out for the better. I'll relieve my master's stress, and when it's all gone, I'll go away on my own. Everything will go back to normal." That was to say, it wanted them to let it keep attacking people. "Five-hundred humans. I'd say if I assault another five-hundred humans, that will be enough to relieve my master's stress. Shouldn't take too long, maybe only a couple of months. So run and tell that to the pink-shirt-bastard. If he keeps getting in the way of my pranks, I'll sue him for animal cruelty. As for you..." The Wolf looked down at Izzy, sneering cruelly, "Well, what [i]can[/i] you do? You don't want to die, right, human?"