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Chapter 119: There’s More Out There

Maeve-Four Months Later

Suntra was not what I was expecting.

Thad become accustomed to the seemingly endless white sand beaches of Avondale, where the sand grit was so fine it felt like powdered sugar as you walked barefoot in the surf. Suntra’s sand was coarse and golden and dappled with tide pools brimming with long strings of seaweed.

The island itself was small and mountainous, large rock formations jutting out of the shallow sea all around the snug cove I found myself in. It was beautiful, and intimating, and nothing like I had imagined Troy’s childhood home to be.

He was talking to Robbie in the distance, their heads bent against the stiff, warm breeze coming off the water. It was spring, but the air was thick with tropical humidity, and had it been a clear day, I knew I would have been roasting.

Troy and Keaton had returned from the tomb two months ago and traded the treasure for a sum of money that was un fathomable to me. Most of it had gone toward repairing the neglected infrastructure in Avondale and building a new port, which immediately allowed the residents of Avondale to take up trade again. Things were already looking better than when

we first arrived in the Isles, but we still had a long way to go.

I turned away from Troy and Robbie, looking over my shoulder at the small village nestled in the safety of the cove. The buildings were built on stilts high on the beach where a tropical forest grew in deep green tangles of foliage behind it.

Children were running along the beach carrying buckets, stooping to inspect the tide pools for critters. I smiled as | watched a young boy hold up a starfish, marveling at the crea ture for a moment before gently setting it back into the water.

So many children lived here now. The entire village was buzzing with noise and laughter. My heart squeezed as ! watched Alison, who was now heavily rounded out and in the final days of her pregnancy, walking carefully along the tide pools, a group of young ones following her as she led the group closer to where the sea was breaking against the beach.

Suntra was the new home of the survivors of Dianny, most of them children.

One of Troy’s first challenges as the new Alpha of Poldesse had been seeing to the welfare of the children from Dianny. Not wanting to split them up, he called upon the few full-time residents of Suntra to open their village to the refugees, which they did with open hearts and open arms. A new school had been built, and Alison was the headmistress, helping assimilate the children to their new home while also tending to the emotional wounds leftover from the fall of Di anny.

Suntra had been one of the only places, other than the smaller, less populated islands dotted around the Isles, that had been truly welcoming to Troy as the Alpha.

Troy had taken his title back with no money to speak of, a castle to live in that was falling away into the ocean, and sev eral enemies who had been loyal to Damian, or rather, had their fingers in Damian’s pocketbook.

But Troy had Keaton, and that proved to be enough.

Keaton was a wolf in the body of a Pomeranian. He was flashy, wealthy, and could charm a room. But he could also kill a man with his stare and had enough gems and other fineries to sway even the most loyal of Damian’s old cronies. Thankful ly, many of those loyal to Damian, and Romero’s old regime, thought it best to leave the Isles all together, and a new era united the east, the west, and the Isles had been under the umbrella of peace and allyship.

All in all, the people of the Isles had accepted Troy as the Alpha of Poldesse, even if they weren’t ready to consider him their Alpha quite yet.

But under Troy and I as Alpha and Luna new schools had been built, medical clinics were being established on the more remote islands, and trade restrictions had been eased, which led to more money flowing in the Isles. The people of the Isles could trade freely with the port of Breles and the port of Valo ria without needing special, expensive permits like Damian had demanded, which used to keep the routes locked in to

those he favored.

Best of all, Troy was happy. He was at peace and at home.

But there was still much work to be done.

jumping from island to island, taking stock of the wellbeing of the inhabitants, and making a list of what was needed. Most of the islands were in need of medicine, infrastructure, and schools. But some vil lages carried the scars of the past regime, and held a grudge against the pack they deemed responsible. We were, essen tially, on a public relations tour to try to save face and prove we were good,

nights here before boarding the Persephone once again

Charlie, and Oliver were in the village being doted on by Ingra, Cleo, and the elder women who called Suntra home. Cleo had set up shop in Avondale of course, to be closer to Myla, but was training two midwives for Suntra over the next several

explore the beach for a moment while Troy spoke to Robbie and the

myself

but didn’t want to in terrupt. I resigned myself to sitting on a

been more than ten years

on a boat somewhere. I wondered, with a pang of sadness, if he’d ever had a chance to just be a little boy like the ones I was watching, and then felt thankful the boys, and my own boys,

soft, somewhat nervous voice to my left. I turned, shielding my eyes to the sun as a young girl approached,

of her. Of course, I remembered her. I

expect her to

took another step toward me, mo mentarily blocking the sun. I looked up at her, seeing her quite the same as she

light was gone from her eyes, however, replaced

like my sister,” she said

“1-1 know. It’s alright,” I stammered, “I

tucking her hands in the pocket

said, rising to my feet. I towered over the girl, who was no more than twelve. She

“She’s dead, isn’t she?”

swallowing against

breathed, breaking her gaze. “I’m happy to hear she is

“Oh-”

nudged a piece of seaweed

imagine how you feel. It’s

with you,” Mara said abruptly, looking up at me once more. I started, slightly

“How so?”

Tasia was planning to do, but no one would listen to me. That’s how I lived, I knew when it was going to happen. And… something is going to happen, but not soon. It’ll be when I’m older. I won’t be a

“Who? What happens?”

there,” Mara said dreamily. “So, so much

called from down

back to Mara, she had taken off. “Wait!” I called after her, but she had al ready made it

asked as he reached my side, reach

murmured, my chest tightening with

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her

not to

know who she is,

I feel like Alison wouldn’t have kept that

then exhaled