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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, giving them a moment of privacy as I

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, and he ate it, licking her

laying his head back against the sand

he wakes

to pet Duck

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

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. He just

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He called out, turning and looking down the beach towards the group of men seated around Olly’s cooking fire, plates

plate down, wiping his mouth on his sleeve as he jogged over

wrong with

Myla into the

where they were,” he began, then righted himself, straightening his

“We need to get at least one of

running back over to where the crew was congregating, crouching down as he repeated Keaton’s

walked away, their heads bent

over and bile rising in my throat. I quickened my pace, passing the tent and

the

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

for an hour, if not more, but the sun was still high in

allow the wolves and Duck to drink from the creek. Duck was sniffing frantically, his nose leading

or Pete. They knew to follow Duck, however, and I

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

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

to a stop about an hour later. He looked around nervously, then began to whine. Myla and Pete looked at each other, then sniffed the air, whining to

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

as I sat up, reaching to rub the tender bruise forming on my back when I stopped, fear taking hold of

surrounding us, holding a variety of spears and long knives. They charged, driving Myla and Pete back

didn’t. I got to my knees, then rose to my full height, squaring my

dressed and wore masks that varied in shape and color. A murmur passed around the group, and then someone

her fingers to my forehead, then took

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

a strange lilt to it as she spoke, “A youth,

murmur passed

I said, watching the woman as she tilted from side to side as though sizing me

asked,

“Where are they?”

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will take you

quickly, forcefully. Myla was growling at my side, drool dripping off her bared teeth. The woman took a step back, reaching up to remove

I saw it, the same symbol that had been painted all over the map. The same symbol on the altar in the Temple of the White Queens. It was etched into her