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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—”

don’t have to explain. We will be fine. I promise you.” She rose to her feett, 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 I checked

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

his head back against the sand

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

to pet Duck on the head, cooing as

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 full well something had gone

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

plate down, wiping his mouth on his sleeve as

wrong with him?”

Myla into the jungle. Troy

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

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

at me and Myla before running back over to

and Keaton walked away, their heads bent in inaudible

stomach turning over and bile rising in my throat. I quickened my pace, passing the tent and walking a

whispered, pressing my forehead against the

floor as they raced after Duck. I was gripping Myla’s fur for dear life,

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

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

either Myla or Pete. They knew to follow Duck, however, and I trusted their judgment

dense jungle to a wide, open valley of low brush

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

nervously, then began to whine. Myla and Pete looked at each other, then sniffed the air, whining to alert

wind knocked out of my lungs as

up, reaching to rub the tender bruise forming

driving Myla and Pete back into the brush. Duck trembled as he reached my side and nudged

knees, then rose to my full

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 made entirely of what looked like crushed

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

until she touched the ground. The group

lilt to it as she spoke, “A youth, not yet in her

murmur passed through

watching the woman as she tilted from side to side as

she asked, and

“Where are they?”

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will take you to

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

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