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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—”

and kissing him hard enough for a blush to rise

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

head back against the

he wakes up.” I

back,” she said, bending down to pet Duck on the head, cooing as she did

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

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

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beach towards the group of men seated around Olly’s cooking

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

with him?” he

with Maeve and Myla into the jungle.

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

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

at me and Myla before running back over to where the

and Keaton walked away, their

Duck, 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 into the jungle, leaning

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

Pete were sprinting through the trees, jumping gracefully over the massive roots that lined the jungle floor as they raced after Duck. I

had 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

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

Myla or Pete. They knew to follow

followed Duck through the brush, the landscape changing from dense jungle to a wide, open

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

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

the wind knocked out of my lungs as I hit the ground, hard,

as I sat up, reaching to rub the tender bruise forming on my back

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

then rose to my

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

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

at the knees until she touched

her voice carrying a strange lilt to it

murmur passed through the

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

wolves?” she asked, and

“Where are they?”

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I will take you to

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the map. The same symbol on