Yellowjackets - Season 1- Episode 9 – Updated & Trusted

“You’re not sleeping,” Jackie said, not as a question.

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.

So Jackie left. She walked out into the night, her thin cardigan no match for the October wind. She didn’t go far—just to the lean-to by the woodpile, where she sat and waited for someone to come get her. To apologize. To beg.

In the morning, they would find Jackie on the frozen ground, her eyes open, her lips blue. The first sacrifice the wilderness accepted. Not a stag, not a stranger—but the queen they had outgrown. Yellowjackets - Season 1- Episode 9

“The stag.” Lottie pointed at Travis, still tied to the chair. “The wilderness chose him. He is the bridegroom.”

Instead, snow began to fall.

Shauna didn’t speak. She simply took her place by the fire, wrapped in the warmth of the pack. “You’re not sleeping,” Jackie said, not as a question

But before the knife could descend, Jackie stumbled into the clearing.

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.

Shauna turned, her face a mask of animal confusion. “Jackie?” She wasn’t Lottie anymore

They cornered him at the edge of a ravine. Travis fell, scraping his knees, looking up at a circle of smiling, tear-streaked faces. Lottie placed a crown of twisted branches on his head.

“Shauna?” Jackie’s voice cut through the fever.

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 .

And in the attic, Lottie would smile. Because the wilderness had been hungry.