Chapter 0691

“They’re positioning all of our year of Academy Cadets here,” Rafe says, tapping the map again with his finger. We all lean forward, studying it – even Jackson, who I know was in on the meeting with Rafe and saw this all before. “With our little group in the center of it.”

“Wolf pack,” I murmur, nodding.

“What?” Tony asks, looking over his shoulder at me.

I blush slightly. “Something Neumann called it,” I respond, refocusing on Rafe as he continues explaining, either not having heard me or ignoring me.

“I don’t hate it,” Tony replies, giving a shrug and turning back to the map.