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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—”

stepping forward and kissing him hard enough for a blush to rise to my own cheeks. I looked away, giving them a moment of privacy as

his neck to stop him from drinking it all in one go. She offered him some food,

he said, laying his head back against

as he wakes up.”

down to pet

the fact that Myla was leaving on a quest to find Troy and Robbie, knowing full well something had

or his crew when the storm hit. He wasn’t about to, now. He just

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down the beach towards the group of men seated around Olly’s cooking fire, plates of fish in their

sleeve as he jogged over to

with him?” he

going with Maeve and Myla into the

wondering where they were,” he began, then righted himself, straightening his shoulders as he nodded at Keaton, “Yes,

stay here,” Keaton said quickly. “We need to get at

running back over to where the crew was congregating,

their heads bent in

beach towards my tent, my stomach turning over and bile rising in my throat. I quickened my pace, passing the tent and walking a few paces into

pressing my forehead against the tree, “Please, I can’t lose

the trees, jumping gracefully over the massive roots that lined the jungle floor as they raced after Duck. I was gripping Myla’s fur for dear life, ducking under the vines and branches lest I accidentally clothesline myself and get thrown from her

if not more, but the sun was still high in the sky as we continued deeper into the

Duck was sniffing frantically, his nose leading him around a large rock

either Myla or Pete. They knew to follow Duck,

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

not expecting this. We were past the jungle now. We couldn’t see mountains from

whine. Myla and Pete looked at each other, then sniffed the air, whining to alert me to some smell they were picking up on that was new, and

suddenly reared, tossing me off her back. I gasped, the wind knocked out of my lungs as I hit the

me as I sat up, reaching to rub the tender bruise forming

a variety of spears and long knives. They charged, driving Myla and Pete back into the

then rose to my full height, squaring my shoulders as

and wore masks that varied in shape and color. A murmur passed around the group, and then someone pushed through, a woman, her face

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

bowed low, bending at the knees until she touched the ground. The group

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

passed through

side to side as though sizing me

wolves?” she asked,

“Where are they?”

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take you to

dripping off her bared teeth. The woman took a step

painted all over the map. The same symbol on the altar in the Temple of the White Queens. It was etched