It didn’t help that I knew for a fact plenty of them hadn’t either—not the kind of fleet engagements we were training for.
Even within my own flight, I was considered the outsider simply because I still believed in Hunter.
I didn’t even think about it before barging into Hunter’s office after the last debriefing. I was frustrated and I was hurt, and I didn’t know what else to do.
Hunter just shot me a scowl as the door whispered open, then he turned back to the work in front of him. “I’m busy,” he muttered, which was the closest I’d gotten to a greeting since he’d taken over command of Wing Two.
“I know,” I replied. “But I need to talk with you. I…” I turned, suddenly uncomfortable.
“You’re getting better,” he said, misunderstanding the meaning of my visit. “Just keep at it.”
“Hunter
