They cut him loose, but only to chase him. Travis ran through the moonlit pines, half-naked, terrified, while behind him came a procession of antler-crowned wraiths. Tai—who had been seeing the eyeless man again—led the pack with a snarl. Van laughed, blood dripping from a cut on her palm. Shauna held the knife, her pregnant belly leading the charge, her eyes vacant.
But before the knife could descend, Jackie stumbled into the clearing.
And then the hunt began.
“Who?” Van asked, her scarred face half-lit, grinning. Yellowjackets - Season 1- Episode 9
“He’s not lost,” she said, her voice a low, ecstatic rasp. “He’s chosen.”
She had refused the tea. She had stayed behind in the cabin, polishing her nails with crushed berries, pretending she still mattered. When she heard the screams, she followed. And now she saw it: her best friend, barefoot in a torn nightgown, knife raised over the boy Jackie secretly thought of as hers .
“I’m fine,” Shauna lied, her hand drifting to her belly. They cut him loose, but only to chase him
The group walked back to the cabin in silence. No one would meet Jackie’s eyes. Inside, they huddled together, passing a blanket, a silent vote cast against her. Jackie stood alone by the door, waiting for someone—Shauna—to say stay .
Inside, Shauna curled into a fetal position, her hand on her belly. “I’m going to be sick,” she whispered. But she didn’t move. None of them did.
Lottie rose from the fire, her eyes reflecting the flames like a predator’s. The mushroom tea had shattered her last barrier. She wasn’t Lottie anymore. She was the voice of the trees, the hunger of the soil. Van laughed, blood dripping from a cut on her palm
And in the attic, Lottie would smile. Because the wilderness had been hungry.
Shauna didn’t speak. She simply took her place by the fire, wrapped in the warmth of the pack.
Shauna turned, her face a mask of animal confusion. “Jackie?”