The hum of the plane filled Carmel's ears. She had been dumped in the back like a piece of luggage, so when the plane would go up of down suddenly with the turbulence, she would hover above the floor a few inches and then slam back down to the floor of the plane as it settled out. They had landed, a very bumpy landing, and then Gretel had crawled in the seat next to the man shouting, “go, go go!”
They took off again, banking hard, making Carmel feel slightly airsick. Carmel lay there listening to them talk about her. They didn’t seem to care if she heard them and that was never a good sign when you were a captive. They were wearing headsets though and the plane was loud, so perhaps they didn’t realize that she could hear them with her improved wolfy hearing.
“Did you have trouble col
