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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

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

he said, laying his head back against the sand and

be prepared to go as soon as he wakes up.” I said to Myla, who

back,” she said, bending down to pet Duck on the

a tight nod, noticing the greenish tint to his skin. He was absolutely sick over the fact that Myla was leaving on a quest to find Troy and Robbie, knowing

ship or his

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

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

with him?” he

Myla into the jungle. Troy and

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

quickly. “We need to get at least one of the engines running by sundown,

me and Myla before running back over to where

away, their heads

walked up the beach towards my tent, my stomach turning over and bile rising in my throat.

the tree, “Please, I can’t

raced after Duck. I was gripping Myla’s fur for dear life, ducking under the vines and branches lest I

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

allow the wolves and Duck to drink from the creek. Duck was sniffing frantically, his nose leading him around a large rock face and into the dense

to follow Duck, however,

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

looked around in awe as we continued on. I was not expecting this. We were past the jungle now. We couldn’t see

Pete looked at each other, then sniffed the air, whining to alert me to some smell they were picking up on

I gasped, the wind knocked out of my lungs as I hit the ground, hard, handing on a

the air around me as I sat up, reaching to rub the tender bruise forming on my back when I stopped, fear taking

and long knives. They charged, driving Myla and Pete back into the brush. Duck trembled

to my knees, then rose to my full height, squaring my

did. They were all oddly dressed and wore masks that varied in shape and color. A murmur passed around the group, and then someone pushed through, a woman, her face hidden behind a mask

her fingers to my forehead, then

knees until she touched the ground. The group followed

a strange lilt to

murmur passed

I said, watching the woman as she tilted from side to side as though sizing me up. “Are they

she asked, and I

“Where are they?”

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take you

was growling at my side, drool dripping off her bared teeth. The woman took a step back, reaching up to remove her mask. “I cannot

painted all over the map. The same symbol on the altar in