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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—”

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

desperately thirsty. Cleo returned with the water and had to hold him back by the scruff of his neck to stop

his head back against the sand

as he

said, bending down to pet Duck on the head,

his skin. He was absolutely sick over the fact that

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

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

his sleeve as he jogged

with him?” he

going with Maeve and Myla into the

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

rest of the men stay here,” Keaton said quickly. “We need to get at

at me and Myla before running back over to where

Keaton walked away, their

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 on a tree for support as

whispered, pressing my forehead against the tree, “Please, I can’t

massive roots that lined the jungle floor as they raced after Duck. I was gripping Myla’s fur for dear life,

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

finally reached 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 face and into the dense brush, his ears

Pete. They knew to follow Duck, however, and I trusted their judgment in locating Robbie

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

continued on. I was not expecting this. We were past the jungle now.

to whine. Myla and Pete looked at each other, then sniffed the air, whining to alert me to some smell

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

air around me as I sat up, reaching to rub the tender

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

I got to my knees, then rose to my full height, squaring my shoulders

and wore masks that varied in shape and color. A murmur passed around the

her fingers to my forehead,

at the knees until

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

murmur passed

side to side as though sizing me up. “Are they

she asked,

“Where are they?”

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I will take

The woman took a step back, reaching up to remove her mask. “I

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 mask, right