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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 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

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

said, laying his head back against the

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

she said, bending down to pet Duck on the head, cooing

tint to his skin. He was absolutely sick over the fact that Myla was leaving on a quest to find

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

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

sleeve as he jogged over to us, looking down at

wrong with

Maeve and Myla into the

then righted himself, straightening his

need to get at least one of

over to where the crew was

walked away, their heads

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 on a tree

pressing my forehead against the tree, “Please, I

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

high in the sky as we continued

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

with either Myla or Pete. They knew to follow Duck, however,

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

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

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

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

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

Myla and Pete back into the

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

and to my surprise, they did. They were all oddly dressed and wore masks that varied in shape and color. A murmur passed around the group, and

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

knees until she touched the ground. The group

to it as she spoke, “A

murmur passed through

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

wolves?” she asked,

“Where are they?”

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I will take you to

off her bared teeth. The woman took a

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 over