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—”

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

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

he said, laying his head back against the sand and

to go as soon as he wakes up.” I said to Myla, who nodded in

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

He was absolutely sick over the fact that

captain of the Persephone. He hadn’t abandoned his ship or his crew when

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

his mouth on his sleeve as he jogged over

wrong with him?”

into the jungle. Troy and Robbie

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

stay here,” Keaton said quickly. “We need to get at least one of the engines running

running back over to where the crew was

away, their heads bent in

stroking him gently 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 a few paces

whispered, pressing my forehead against the tree, “Please, I

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

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

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

knew to follow Duck, however, and I trusted their

jungle to a wide, open valley

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

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 alert me to some smell they were picking up on that was new, and possibly

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

reaching to rub the tender

charged, driving Myla and Pete back into the brush. Duck trembled as he reached

knees, then rose to my full

and color. A murmur passed around the group, and then someone pushed through, a woman, her face hidden behind a mask made entirely of what

fingers to my forehead, then took them away, tightening her hand into a

low, bending at the knees until

she said, her voice carrying a strange lilt to it as

murmur passed

tilted from side

wolves?” she asked, and

“Where are they?”

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will take you

forcefully. Myla 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 trust your word,

all over the map. The same symbol on the altar in the Temple of

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