The coldness in the twins' eyes hadn't faded. They stood in silence, breath steady, pupils sharp and still as ice. Blood dripped from their claws, tiny crimson drops striking the white snow with eerie rhythm.
The sound of footsteps crunched through the snow, approaching steadily.
Maley and Bailey turned their heads slightly, just enough to acknowledge the group. Their gaze met the rest of the party, and in that moment, the cold in their eyes sent a chill deeper than the winter air.
The air was tense,until a voice broke through.
"You did good… Maley, Bailey."
The group looked at Damon in surprise, unable to decide whether they should be wary of him. His face remained expressionless—still as water, colder than the breeze brushing past his hair as it fluttered in the wind.
At his words, both Maley and Bailey snapped back to awareness, their frozen gazes melting into something human again.
"Captain," they said in unison.
