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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—”

her feett, stepping forward and kissing him hard enough for a blush to rise to my own cheeks. I

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 falling

as soon as he wakes up.” I said to Myla,

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

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

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

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and looking down the beach towards the group of men

his mouth on his sleeve as he jogged over to us,

with him?”

Maeve and Myla into the jungle. Troy and Robbie didn’t come

then righted himself, straightening his shoulders as he nodded at

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

Myla before running back over to where the crew was congregating, crouching down

walked away, their heads bent

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 for support as

against the tree, “Please,

the 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

sun was still high in the sky as we continued deeper into the jungle, my ears popping as we climbed in

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

to follow Duck, however, and I trusted their judgment in

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

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

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

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

snarling filled the air around me as I sat up, reaching to rub the tender bruise forming on my back when I stopped, fear taking hold

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

knees, then rose to my full height, squaring

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 then someone pushed

her fingers to my forehead, then took them away, tightening her hand into a

bending at the knees until she touched the ground. The group

to it as she spoke, “A youth,

passed

she tilted from side to side as though sizing me up. “Are they with

wolves?” she asked, and

“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 step back, reaching up

same symbol on the altar in the Temple of the White Queens. It was etched into her mask, right