Amelia wondered if anyone else was awake. It hadn't taken long for her to adjust to the early mornings out in the field. She awoke before everyone else for the second morning in a row, but this morning, she didn't get out of bed just yet.

Hunted. The word hadn't left her since the rogue told her. It was branded across her brain, her mind constantly touching the wound it left. Haunted, more like it. She didn't want to think about it. Would some of their allies have the same ...