Chapter 944

He approached, picked it up, and for the first time, put it on.

It fit perfectly.

When he emerged from the house, the rain stopped.

The air shifted. Not colder. Not warmer. Just… aware.

All twelve wives stood waiting at the circle.

Jude approached slowly, barefoot, the robe trailing over dirt and moss. As he stepped into the center, the twelve stones began to hum.

Ashra's eyes were wide. "It's listening."

Jude turned slowly in the center of the circle. "Then we speak."

Each wife stepped forward in turn and spoke not to Jude, but to the island. They didn't ask for protection. They didn't beg. They stated truths.

Rose spoke of fire and rebirth. Grace of silence and healing. Emma of animals and the forgotten sounds of joy. Natalie spoke of soil. Layla of futures.

One by one, they claimed their space.

When they finished, Jude raised his hands.