Chapter 37

Albatross looked troubled, new gray hairs sprouting out his ears from stress, watching me approach the entrance of Hornet with an unfamiliar face. He'd been reassigned to scout duty, since the last scout, well...let's just say you need a head to scout a place. He hid his hands deep inside the sleeves of his huge cloak and approached me with an air of dignity, but I could see right through the mature facade.

A bitterness brewed inside him. Overlooked because of the assumption that strong men don't need help, only the weak cry. During the mass memorial, the weeping tales of Harlin, no one bothered even to give him a hug. We snubbed Albatross's pain, he'd watched all the deceased Vipers grow up in Titan.