#Chapter 343 - Sentimental

“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. “The whole point of calling us up is sheer numbers,” Rafe explains, drawing his finger now across the entire line of Moon Valley troops. “Roger wants a big assault on this cliff-side entrenchment, says we’ve got to get the Atalaxians out of there and on flat ground, either in front or below it.” “He’s not wrong,” Jackson adds, giving a steady nod. Rafe nods too, continuing on. “So it’s a big ass