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Chapter 46: Granddaughter of Willa

Chapter 46: Granddaughter of Willa

Maeve

“They should’ve been back hours ago.” i exclaimed, turning towards Myla, who was equally as concerned.

“They’re probably fine, Maeve,” Keaton said, but his eyes and posture betrayed him. He was getting nervous too, especially now that the sun was beginning to rise over the water.

“I’m going to go find them. They can’t have gone far,” I said with conviction, raising my hand to cut him off as he opened his mouth to argue.

“I’m going to-“Myla began, but Keaton rounded on her.

“No, neither of you are going anywhere,” he said firmly.

Cleo was watching the exchange nervously, wringing her hands.

“I’m going!” I said again, just as barking sounded from the jungle behind us.

I spun around as the dog, otherwise known as Duck, came sprinting onto the beach, his ears flat against his head and his body trembling with fatigue.

“Goddess!” Myla cried as Duck nearly slammed into us, laying down on his side.

“I’ll go get him some water,” Cleo said hurriedly as she turned and quickly walked away.

I knelt beside Duck, stroking his back.

“What’s wrong?’

“Danger,’ he said, closing his eyes as he panted, his tongue lolling in the sand.

“Where?

*Follow,

“Rest now,’ I said to him, continuing to stroke his fur. I looked over my shoulder in the direction he had come, a chill running up my spine as the jungle seemed to whisper menacingly in the breeze.

“Did he talk to you?” Myla asked, her eyes full of worry.

I nodded, looking up at Keaton. “He said ‘danger.’ He’s exhausted. Something happened out there.”

* Aye, I can see that.” Keaton crossed his arms over his chest, looking from Duck to the Persephone. And then, he looked at Myla.

“I can’t leave the ship with Robbie and Troy gone. I just can’t-”

“I know, I understand why.” Myla said softly, a knowing smile touching her lips.

“The crew, Myla—”

hard enough for a blush to rise to my own cheeks. I looked away,

wasn’t hurt, but he was desperately thirsty. Cleo returned with the water and had to hold him back by the scruff of his neck to stop him from drinking it all in one go. She offered him some food,

said, laying his head back against the

he wakes up.” I said to Myla, who nodded

she said, bending down to pet Duck on the head,

his skin. He was absolutely sick over the fact that Myla was leaving on a quest to find

he was the captain of the Persephone. He hadn’t abandoned his ship or his crew when the storm hit. He wasn’t about to, now.

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turning and looking down the beach towards the group of men seated

put his plate down, wiping his mouth on his sleeve as he jogged over to us, looking

with him?”

the jungle. Troy and Robbie didn’t come

he began, then righted himself,

to get at least one of

to where the crew was congregating, crouching down as

their heads bent in

as he slept. I walked up the beach towards my tent, my stomach turning over and bile rising in my throat. I quickened my pace, passing the tent and walking

the

were sprinting through the trees, jumping gracefully over the massive roots that lined the jungle floor as they raced after Duck. I was

been running for an hour, if not more, but the sun was still high in the sky as we continued deeper into

was sniffing

mind-link with either Myla or Pete. They knew to follow Duck, however, and I trusted their judgment in locating Robbie

Duck through the brush, the landscape changing from dense jungle to a wide, open valley of low brush and

awe as we continued on. I was not expecting this. We were

each other, then sniffed

the wind knocked out of my lungs

reaching to rub the tender bruise forming on my back when I stopped, fear

driving Myla

knees, then rose to my full height, squaring my shoulders as the

color. A murmur passed around the group, and then someone pushed through, a woman, her face

walked straight up to me, reaching out and touching three of her fingers to my forehead, then took them away, tightening her hand

until she touched the ground. The group followed

her voice carrying a strange lilt to it as she spoke, “A youth, not yet in her

passed through

friends-” I said, watching the woman as she tilted from side to side as though

wolves?” she asked, and

“Where are they?”

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will take you

my side, drool dripping off her bared teeth. The woman took a step back,

then I saw it, the same symbol that had been painted all over the map. The same symbol on the altar in the