Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women

Chapter 1170: Chapter 1170

No one spoke much. The memory of Rose’s voice still lingered, soft as the wind, impossible to forget.

Jude finally tore his gaze from the sea, turning back to face them. The morning light softened their exhaustion, but didn’t hide it. They all bore it, this shared burden of fear, of love, of loss.

”We can’t stay here,” Jude said, his voice quiet but firm. ”She’ll come again. We have to move, to think, to find some way to reach her. To stop this before it takes her completely.”

Lucy nodded without hesitation. ”Agreed. But we need a plan. We can’t just chase shadows and hope.”

Sophie glanced at Jude, then at the others. ”What about the cave near the river? The one we found early on. It’s hidden. Defensible. We can regroup there, figure out our next move.”

Zoey straightened, wiping soot from her fingers. ”It’s better than waiting for her to find us out in the open. If this island is changing her, changing everything, we need cover.”

No one argued. They packed what little they needed: weapons, rope, the carved charms they’d fashioned in better days, food that would last. Every small task was heavy with tension, but they moved with quiet determination. The bond between them, forged through every danger they’d faced, was stronger now than ever. It had to be.

The hike to the river was slow. The ground was slick from the storm, the air thick with the scent of wet earth and salt. The forest, so familiar and yet so alien, pressed close around them, the trees seeming to lean in, listening, watching. Every snapped twig beneath their boots, every bird call or rustle of leaves, made hearts race. But still they pressed on.

Jude stayed near the front with Sophie and Lucy, scanning the woods for any sign of Rose, or whatever had taken her. The light that filtered through the canopy above was soft, almost dreamlike, but the tension in the air was sharp enough to cut.

The river greeted them with its steady voice, the water running clearer now that the storm had passed. The cave lay just beyond a rocky bend, hidden beneath a thick curtain of ivy and stone. It wasn’t large, but it would shelter them, give them a place to breathe, to think.

Inside, the air was cool and damp. The light from the entrance cast long shadows on the walls, where old markings from their earliest days here still remained, scratches and symbols, memories of when survival had been their only concern. Now, survival meant more than food and shelter. Now, it meant keeping their hearts, their souls, their , family, intact.

They settled in as best they could. Lucy and Zoey took first watch, blades drawn, eyes sharp. Scarlet, Grace, Susan, Stella, Natalie, and Emma worked quietly, making the space livable, setting up a small fire near the entrance. Jude and Sophie sat near the back, their shoulders touching, their fingers intertwined.

”She’s not lost yet,” Sophie said softly, watching the flames dance. ”We can still bring her back. I feel it. Do you?”

Jude closed his eyes for a moment, letting her words sink into him, letting himself believe. ”I do,” he said. ”I have to.”

The hours passed slowly, the island beyond the cave quiet, too quiet. They spoke little, each lost in their thoughts, listening for any sound that might signal her approach. The tension never fully eased, but being together, being ready, it gave them purpose, if not peace.

And then, just as night began to fall again, just as the world outside the cave dimmed into shadow, a soft sound drifted to them on the breeze.

A voice. Familiar. Sweet. And chilling.

, Jude...,

His heart lurched in his chest. The voice was close. Too close.

He rose, every muscle taut, the others turning to him, eyes wide.

”Stay here,” he whispered, though he knew no one would.

And as he stepped toward the cave’s entrance, the voice came again, closer still, wrapped in the night’s embrace.

, Come to me...,

And Jude knew, this was only the beginning.

Jude stood frozen at the mouth of the cave, the last of the fading daylight pooling like liquid gold at his feet. The voice drifted again on the breeze, soft and coaxing, a melody only he seemed to hear. His heart pounded against his ribs, caught between longing and dread. Every instinct told him to step forward, to follow the sound that once meant safety, comfort, love. But the weight of Sophie’s gaze anchored him, and the memory of Rose’s hollow smile in the storm’s heart reminded him of what was truly at stake.

Behind him, the others stirred, their breath held, their bodies tense with unspoken fear. Sophie came to his side, slipping her fingers through his, her touch warm and sure despite the cold that seeped from the stone walls and the night beyond. ”Don’t,” she whispered, her voice low but fierce. ”That’s not her. Not really.”

He nodded, swallowing hard, forcing himself to pull back from the edge, to retreat a single step into the shelter of the cave. The voice faded as if disappointed, as if the night itself sighed in frustration. The quiet that followed was heavier than before, as if the island resented their defiance.

Lucy appeared at his other side, her blade already drawn, eyes sharp and scanning the trees beyond the river’s bend. ”She’s close,” she said. ”Too close. We can’t wait for her to come to us. We need to decide what we’re going to do.”

Jude exhaled slowly, the tension in his body refusing to ease. ”She’s not going to stop. This thing, whatever it is, it’s using her because it knows we’ll hesitate. We can’t let it keep leading us deeper into its game.”

Sophie glanced at the others, her voice steady despite the fear in her eyes. ”If we wait, it’ll pick us off. One by one. We need to face it on our terms. Find where it’s strongest, and end this.”