Only the pale grey eyes moved in the still white face, sweeping slowly over the werewolf as he dropped into a fighting position.
"They won't see me. And if they did, you wouldn't be fighting them alone. I'm faster than they are. I'm confident that we could cut a wide swathe through the entire group and give you long enough to get back to your car."
He stepped a little closer. "You were more than good," Carrick said quietly. "I saw you fight last time. You were magnificent."