Forty-Three
Keelin held the Hermes steady, just out of range of the shades. She watched them through the sensors, raging under the craft. Some jumped, great leaps that sent them soaring into the air, but it was not enough. Others climbed and seemed to consider a leap, but Keelin had her baby positioned in the centre of the pod. And others fought, their appetite driving them to take blood wherever they could. If a shade fell, others would crowd in, tearing it apart with claws and teeth.
The sight made Keelin’s stomach turn, and she itched to take the Hermes higher. But she couldn’t.
Ryann sounded exhausted. Keelin checked the sensor in the Hermes’ hold. Most people sat or lay on the floor. Ryann was one of the few still on her feet.
Keelin replied, and then realised how vague that sound
