Damian and Varkis froze, their eyes locked on Leywin, whose presence seemed to fill the clearing despite his torn clothes and calm stance. The two rogue wolves at their feet whimpered, their green eyes dimming as they struggled to rise. Damian's jaw clenched, his fists twitching as if weighing his odds. Varkis's leer had faded, replaced by a wary scowl, his tongue no longer darting over his lips.
"We're not fools like them," Damian muttered, nodding toward the injured wolves, his voice low and sarcastic, directed more at himself than Leywin. "You're too much for us alone."
Varkis spat on the ground, his eyes flicking between Leywin and Casey. "Yeah, let him have her—for now," he said, his tone bitter, self-mocking. "We'll get our chance later."