Kings of a Purple Sea

Part 6

okay so next ch will have more answers - i had to split up this ch into two parts bc it was getting so long

im almost done writing the next part and then it will just need editing so it should be out soonish

this ch needs more editing but i wanted to get it out - its also long as fuck wtf

this book will prob be about 10 ch's in total - the rest of the story is mapped out its just sometimes the ch's have to be broken up bc they get too dense even for me

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The passage to the island was too easy.

The choppy waves, fierce enough to topple their boat three times over, barely jostled them. Vicious lightning struck out angrily, threatening to strip the captains from their skin - the bolts remained in the clouds. Wild animals screeched from the deep, looming, forest. The apes and taloned raptors should have descended in an act of vengeance - yet they stay perched on their ledges as silent, vigilant observers.

Derek and Stiles were left untouched.

The alpha held his breath as he watched the rumbling sky above them. Gray clouds moved quickly across the horizon. Derek could only view it as a sign to turn back, forewarning was harrowing.

Were they cornering themselves in what would become their tomb?

The alpha watched the storming sky drift out of sight as the domed stone walls of the cavern enclosed over him.

It was too late to heed the omen now.

Walking themselves into a death trap went against every instinct within the alpha. All Derek could do was tense, waiting for a frothing, angry wave to crash into his back and crush them against the nearest hard surface. If they inhaled quickly the suffocation would be nearly painless.

The thought was comforting.

Derek had survived this long because he had always walked with the possibility of death hanging over his shoulders; but the existence of this island was infinitely past impossible, and that alone made it dangerous.

There was a reason he hadn't found his way here by accident, but he could only pull from his own experiences to lead him blindly forward.

The wolf's companion had taken up a position perched at the front of the boat. Where once Stiles had been lounging about in manic bliss, now he was still. His back was straighter than a blade's and his attention was enraptured by the channel splayed out before them.

The charmer acted as if he was returning to a home long forgotten, and could only humble himself in silence to earn back forgiveness for his wandering.

It didn't make Derek feel better in their decision to enter the underground labyrinth, but the pathway remained even and calm and the alpha allowed his arms to relax as the current moved them slowly forward.

The paddles trailed in the water behind him. Ringlets fanned out in their wake; they stretched all the way to the barnacle-covered walls of the cave before ricocheting back to him.

The alpha didn't notice their strange nature - too focused on what lay in front of him.

Despite the darkness, the cavern was beautiful.

Glistening stalactites pointed their sharp tips down at the company, dripping droplets of salty water that splashed on the top of Derek's head. No doubt one loud sound or underground shift would send the structures down to spear the visitors.

The holes within the cavern's upper crust supported the theory. He didn't need another reason to turn them around then...but the openings did light Derek's surroundings. The way forward drew him in - sparking this need to keep on forward.