Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1020

Chapter 1020: Chapter 1020

The watchers had not come close again during the night, but their presence was felt. Light drifted strangely over the orchard’s eastern edge, and the clouds that passed over the peak glowed with a faint shimmer. Jude had kept one eye on the mountain as the children slept between Grace and Sophie. Now, the sun filtered through the canopy with more weight than light, golden but sluggish. It was Lucy who noticed first. She stopped walking and pointed slightly to the right of the path, where the trees leaned close together in an arch. Jude turned to follow her gaze and saw a faint blue shimmer weaving through the leaves. The watchers were there, still distant, but visibly curious.

"We’re being followed," Serena whispered, eyes alert but calm.

Jude nodded. "They’re learning our rhythm."

He adjusted the ribbon at his wrist, a thin braid of green and silver Layla had made for him before sunrise. It symbolized clarity and protection, she’d said with a teasing grin before kissing his shoulder. He had kissed her back, long and slow, until the morning chill warmed between them.

They approached the willow bend, and Jude stepped ahead to place the carved seed figure at the root. The tree loomed, twisted and massive, its bark etched with old watcher glyphs, ones they hadn’t deciphered yet. Jude bent low, pressed the figure against the earth, and whispered, "For you, who watched us through the storms. For you, who kept silence even when wind howled."

Behind him, Lucy set a flower beside the seed. Serena lit a small clay incense dish, letting it smolder on a stone.

The moment held. Mist gathered, swirled, pulled inward. A shape moved in the fog, not threatening, not quite solid either. It bowed, subtly, like a nod between old acquaintances, then vanished.

Serena exhaled slowly. "That was new."

Jude felt a weight lift from his chest. "It was acknowledgment."

They lingered in silence before returning to the path. The forest seemed brighter now, though the sun hadn’t shifted. It wasn’t until they neared the river crossing that the stillness began to fray. A noise, barely audible, rose behind them. It wasn’t the watchers. It was faster, heavier.

Lucy turned sharply. "That’s not mist."

Jude’s heart snapped to alert. He motioned them behind him and drew the short blade from his belt. Through the underbrush, a shadow burst forward, a massive boar-like creature, tusks slick with moss, eyes wild.

"Move!" he shouted, and they scattered.

The beast charged through the ferns where Lucy had stood seconds before. She rolled clear and came up with a knife of her own. Serena backed toward a tree, already reaching for her sling. Jude planted his feet, waiting for the creature to turn again, but it barreled toward the river’s edge, then stopped abruptly. Its eyes flicked up, not at them, but at something unseen. Then it squealed, stumbled, and retreated.

Jude blinked. The watchers were there. Barely perceptible, but undeniable. Shapes pulsing in the mist, surrounding the creature without touching it. Herding it away.

Lucy’s breathing slowed. "Did they just protect us?"

Jude nodded slowly, eyes locked on the vanishing beast. "They intervened."

Serena holstered her sling, brushing dirt from her cheek. "That’s twice in one day. It’s changing."

They crossed the river carefully, each step measured, quiet. By the time they returned to the orchard, the sun had begun its descent. The others were waiting, Scarlet and Natalie sorting herbs by the outer firepit, Zoey perched on a stump sewing leaf patterns into Laurel’s tunic. Rose stood with Susan at the edge of the hill, watching for their return. When they saw Jude’s group, relief swept across their faces like wind bending grass.

Susan walked straight into Jude’s arms, holding him for a long, silent moment. "I felt something wrong earlier," she murmured. "The rhythm shifted."

He held her tighter. "We had a run-in. The watchers... saved us."

Gasps rippled across the group. Scarlet stood slowly. "Saved you how?"

Jude explained, voice steady, as the group gathered. Even the children went quiet as he described the creature, the bowing watcher, the shimmering mist that hemmed in danger. When he finished, Zoey looked toward the orchard perimeter, where torches stood ready but unlit.

"They’re protecting now," she whispered. "Not just observing."

Grace stepped forward, eyes sharp. "Then tonight, we thank them again. Not with song, something different. A new offering."

They agreed quickly. Dinner was light, smoked rabbit, tuber stew, sliced starfruit, and conversation hushed. The children went to sleep early, and the wives prepared tokens. Jude helped Stella shape small wax figures, each embedded with one of their carved names. Scarlet, Sophie, and Layla infused the figures with herbs. Rose braided them into vines and tied them to poles, which they planted around the orchard.

The offering was quiet, reverent. No song, no chant. Just figures placed in the soil, the way one might bury a wish. When they were done, they stood hand in hand, forming a soft circle. Jude squeezed Grace’s fingers, then Sophie’s.

He whispered, "Let’s hold them. Let’s welcome them all the way in."

Scarlet nodded. "The orchard is our home. If they mean no harm, they belong."

The mist arrived not long after, slow, gentle, seeping into the edges like breath in winter. But this time, the shapes came closer. Jude felt them before he saw them, pulses of thought, of presence, threading through the vines. One shimmered just beyond Emma, who looked over her shoulder and gasped softly.

"They’re beside us."

No one moved. The watchers stood, not invading, not pressing, just there. Silent witnesses.

Then, one stepped into the circle.

Not fully formed, mist and movement and faint blue glow, but distinct. It approached Jude, shape uncertain, rhythm curious.

Jude bowed his head. "Welcome."

It pulsed once, like a heartbeat. Then it turned to each wife. Not moving with feet, but drifting, acknowledging, shimmering in brief bursts. When it had passed before all of them, it returned to the center of the circle.