FLIGHT AND FLIGHT“Bells! Bells, wake up man!”
Belvedere stirred to the same thrumming he’d given in to and a blast of cold fresh air. He opened his eyes to the earnest face of Professor Grace.
“What?” he snapped, brushing the professor’s hand off his shoulder.
“Put this on, and hurry.”
Belvedere found a large backpack thrust into his midriff. His three companions were all fastening the self-same packs to their backs via a combination of leather straps and silver buckles.
“I know, darned clever,” said Smethurst watching Belvedere’s reaction. “The silver’s to keep the goddamn werewolves at bay.”
“What?”
“The werewolves. There’s not much one can do to stop a vampire attack other than stake the buggers in the heart. Ghosts can be vacuumed if one has enough suction. Werewolves, at least,
