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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—”

fine. I promise you.” She rose to her feett, stepping forward and kissing him hard enough for a blush to

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 it, licking her

head back against the sand and promptly

as soon as he wakes up.” I said to

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

over the fact that Myla was leaving on a quest to find Troy

the Persephone. He hadn’t abandoned his ship or

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group of men seated around Olly’s

sleeve as he jogged over to

with him?”

Maeve and Myla into the jungle. Troy and

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

need to get at least one of the engines running

at me and Myla before running back over to where the crew was congregating, crouching

and Keaton walked away, their

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

my forehead against the tree, “Please,

trees, jumping gracefully over the massive roots 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 I accidentally clothesline myself and get thrown from

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 we climbed in

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

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

from dense jungle to a wide, open valley of low brush and

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

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

to rub the tender bruise forming on my back when

us, holding a variety of spears and long knives. They charged, driving Myla and Pete back into the brush. Duck trembled as he reached

my knees, then rose to my full height, squaring

varied in shape and color. A murmur passed around the

three of her fingers to my

bending at the knees until

strange lilt to it as she spoke, “A

murmur passed through the

woman as she tilted from side

wolves?” she asked, and I

“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

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