“Three more nights until the next moon,” Van said, not looking up from the cards she was shuffling. Not tarot. Just old playing cards, worn soft at the edges. “Lottie says the bones are restless.”
Shauna sat at the table, knife in hand, not carving. Just holding it. A habit now. The blade’s edge caught the flame, and for a second, her face looked like someone else’s. Someone older. Someone who had already done what they were all trying not to say out loud. yellowjackets s03e08 msv
Van was the one who broke the silence. She always did these days—like she’d decided that if the wilderness wanted her voice, it’d have to tear it out of her throat first. “Three more nights until the next moon,” Van
“The wilderness sets the places,” she whispered. “We just show up.” “Lottie says the bones are restless
Misty’s smile flickered. “And who sets the places?”