The sleek, black transport flew through the sky, its quiet engines making almost no sound. Inside, the new ASTF team sat in an awkward silence, with many unspoken questions in the air.
Jonah watched the world outside the reinforced window transform. The Academy's green grounds turned into rough hills, then windy plains in the northern highlands. The land below was endless grey rock and brown plants. This was the Grey Fells. It felt like a new country, a new world.
Jax, the tough hunter, was carefully cleaning a long, wicked-looking knife. His movements were precise. He hadn't said a word since they'd taken off, but his doubtful looks toward Jonah spoke volumes.
Titus, the Aegis warrior, sat perfectly still, his massive shield resting at his feet. He looked like a statue carved from discipline, his eyes fixed forward, taking in everything and giving nothing away. Benita, the medic, was just as quiet, her hands resting calmly in her lap.
