Chapter 1689.9

Sophie brushed against his shoulder as they walked, her fingers trailing along his ribs. "Do you feel different?"

Jude turned his head to look at her. "Yes. But not in a way I can explain."

"Me too," she murmured, and pressed a kiss to his bare shoulder. "I think we all do."

They returned to the camp slowly, the clearing soft with golden light, filtered through the canopy above. Their fire had burned down to embers, but the heat still lingered. Without speaking, they moved into the space together, forming their circle again. It had become instinct. Habit. Sanctuary.

Emma sat cross-legged near the fire and looked up at Jude. "Alara's gone."

"She's not," Rose said, settling beside her. "She's just part of the island now. Like we are."

Susan tilted her head. "So does that mean we'll… become something else one day?"

"Maybe," Grace said softly. "But for now, we're still us."