Riley shrugged. "Just make yourself a big enough pain in the ass, I guess. Or maybe try a milk-bone, Idunno." Riley hummed as she asked about the point where the vampire child would become too powerful to stop. "As I said, you'll both approach your [i]true forms[/i] as the balance shifts. There should be a [i]very obvious[/i] physical indicator of where the tipping point lies."

Riley stood up, cracking his back as he did so. It seemed that he was healing from his earlier battles with the Wolf at a fairly quick rate, and he was just about his old self by now. "Well, I'm gonna skedaddle. I imagine you want to try and reel in the Wolf as soon as possible to minimize the harm it's causing. That's what I'd do anyway. I'd also pick a place just around here to avoid an unfamiliar battleground. I'll make myself scarce so I don't spook the mutt." He began to climb out of a nearby unboarded window, as was his custom, before glancing back at Izzy with one of his usual, tauntingly-knowing smirks. "Just remember what I said: risking your life for him isn't the same thing as dying for him. Him killing you is the worst-case scenario, not the other way around." And with that, Riley vanished out of sight.

That left Izzy with how to plan her rapidly-approaching battle. There was the possibility of strengthening herself by feeding the vampire child blood, if she was willing to take the inherent risk that went along with it. And she had to figure out a means of luring the Wolf (or Trevor, or both) to the school for the showdown. Thinking back, Izzy made remembrance of the Wolf changing its clothes, due to Trevor's ingrained dutiful nature. And she remember Trevor's phone sat next to his stack of clothes in his house. Perhaps he had enough influence to even keep checking his text messages? It wasn't the most outlandish idea that she'd ever had. But what would lure him here? What could Izzy say that would make Trevor come running to her, without fail?