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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.

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, honest rulers. Damian had been allowed to rule unchecked here for far too

spend a few nights here before

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 weeks while she waited

left to my own devices to explore the beach for a moment while Troy spoke to Robbie and the boys were being tended

I found myself a little

to sitting on a

have been more

had lived here as a child when he wasn’t working 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, would have a chance

soft, somewhat nervous voice to my left. I turned, shielding my eyes to

sight of her. Of course, I

didn’t expect her to

looked up at her, seeing her quite the same as she had been in Dianny when she came to fetch us all down to the lake for dinner.

light was gone from her eyes, however, replaced by

my sister,” she

alright,” I stammered, “I don’t… |

softly, tucking her hands in the pocket of her apron, “but my name is

I towered over the girl, who was no more than

“She’s dead, isn’t she?”

swallowing against

family,” Mara breathed, breaking her

“Oh-”

nudged a piece of

her…. She was your sister. I can’t imagine

wasn’t totally honest with you,” Mara said abruptly, looking up at

“How so?”

going to happen. And… something is going to happen, but not soon. It’ll be when I’m older. I won’t be

“Who? What happens?”

more out there,” Mara said

Troy called from down the

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

asked as he reached my side, reach ing up to shield his face from

| murmured, my chest tightening

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her

breathed, shaking my head as pondered whether or not to tell him what had happened, what the girl had

know who

don’t know. I feel like Alison wouldn’t have kept that from us, especially from

looked dubious, but then