Alphas and Airships by Melanie Karsak EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Author: Melanie Karsak
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When Werewolves Fly
Tclutched the rail of the airship and tried not to look down. My stomach
flopped as the vessel rocked in the turbulent air. A raven landed on a
nearby rope. It turned and cawed loudly at me.
“Bad omen,” the airship balloonman called down from the crow’s nest
just under the balloon. “Must be getting close.”
I waved my hand at the bird, shooing it away.
“Close to what? How can you tell we’re close to anything?” I asked,
gazing out at the mist-drenched sky. My stomach pitched sideways once
more as the airship jostled in the breeze. I inhaled deeply through my nose
then exhaled long and slow. Travelling by any means of conveyance save
my own feet always brought out the worst in my stomach. But journeying a
long distance in an airship? The worst. My mouth watered, and I swallowed
hard.
“Close to land. I say, you look green, Agent,” the balloonman said.
“I’m fine,” I lied then turned and looked back out at the fog.
The balloonman chuckled.
For weeks now, the Scottish division of the Red Cape Society, a unit
called Shadow Watch, had reports of a rogue airship trolling the skies above
Scotland, the isles, and the North Sea. The pirate ship had been a nuisance
at first—as most airship pirates were—but they’d recently attacked Her
Majesty’s aether armada. They’d lifted a large shipment of weapons and
other valuable, but secret, intel from the ship, dropping the sailors in the
North Sea as thanks. Our sovereign was not happy.
Airship piracy, even when a nuisance enough to bother Her Majesty,
wasn’t usually of concern for the Red Cape Society. But one stray report
caught the attention of Shadow Watch. One unfortunate bloke, a victim of
an attack, washed ashore in Caithness with the story that the pirates had red
eyes. Red as rubies.
So here I was, chasing werewolves through the aether.
Captain Martin, who piloted the ship, pulled a cord on his wheelstand.
Below deck, a bell rang. Leaning toward a receiver near the wheel, the
captain called, “Slow to coasting.” He then looked up at the balloonman.
“Hold her steady.”
I dipped into my vest pocket and pulled out a piece of candied ginger.
When Grand-mère heard I was headed aloft, she’d insisted I bring the
candies along. I was very glad she had. If not for her quick thinking, I’d
likely give our location away by retching violently over the side of the
airship.
I crossed the deck of the Jacobite, a vessel belonging to Her Majesty’s
aether Navy, and joined Captain Martin.
He unrolled a map. “There was an attack in this area two nights ago.
They wait for dense air such as this.”
“How do they find the other ships in all this cloud cover?”
“If we descend about fifty feet, we’ll fall out of the dense cloud bank.
Then, we’d be like ducks in a pond. They must sit in the fog and listen,
waiting for their marks to fly past. Typical pirate tactic. They just seem
especially good at it—or especially lucky.”
Or they have the enhanced hearing of werewolves, I thought, but I
didn’t say so.
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