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The knife slid cleanly through the trafficker’s back as Wednesday covered his mouth and pulled his now lifeless body to the ground. This was it, after almost a full month of searching she’d finally where Enid was being held captive. She would kill every single one of the worthless ingrates who even dared to hurt a hair on Enid’s head in increasingly violent and gruesome ways, if not for the fact that Enid would likely admonish such behaviour.
Finding Enid after she had run away hadn’t been easy but Wednesday had come close a number of times over the past month. She had Fester acquire her a mobile phone in order to maintain contact with Agnes – who had proved herself invaluable to the search with the information updates she’d provided about the area they were searching and what events were taking place in wider society – around a week into the search. However, Agnes’ information could only be so helpful when tracking an apex predator determined not to be found so Wednesday had started to rely on more… desperate measures. The psychic was an incredibly skilled witch in her own right, after all Grandmama was a brilliant teacher and Wednesday possessed immense natural talent.
She had attempted to divine Enid’s location multiple times, almost once a day in fact, to very little success. That is, until the night before, where, instead of unhelpful tarot readings and sweet nothings from the crystal ball, she had been thrust headfirst into a vision. Why this had happened after so long Wednesday couldn’t say, but the visual of Enid’s majestic wolves form trapped in a cage while pathetic humans stabbed at her with cattle prods sent Wednesday into a fit of rage. The only reason she hadn’t arrived sooner was due to the sheer distance Enid was from her location at the time.
As Wednesday pulled the knife from the man’s back she heard a piecing howl in the distance.
Enid.
She had to be there.
Now.
At that thought she keeled over in pain as she felt the back of her ribs break and shift to allow space for whatever was trying to escape her. The skin and muscle in her back burst open to reveal two massively oversized raven wings. Wednesday was left on the ground, out of breath and bloody from the sudden sensation. While she was incredibly curious as to why she had suddenly grown a pair of wings she was significantly more focused on getting to Enid, and these would certainly help.
She pulled herself up, still struggling to breathe or even comprehend what had happened to her but knowing what she must do. The psychic instinctively flapped her wings, lifting her up slightly and sending a gust of wind to wrap around her legs. And she flew. She flew to Enid.
She soared through the air until she spotted the cage. How dare they. Wednesday slowly descended down on the section of the camp, a cruel angel of vengeance ready to slaughter them all for their transgressions against her sun. The traffickers were far too confused to react in time at the sight of a 5’3” girl with a wingspan three times her height as Wednesday threw a knife into the eye of the man closest to Enid’s cage. They would all feel the same fear Enid had felt for the past month. There was bloodshed, then screams of fear and the terrified crowd of human garbage running and pleading for their lives. Wednesday would have Fester deal with them. He always loved a good old-fashioned interrogation.
Besides, Wednesday had better things to do than clean up worthless trash. She turned slowly towards Enid’s cage and approached, her wings flared out at first but then dropping to a gentler posture. She pulled out a knife and quickly got to work picking the lock, never once taking her eyes off the frightened and bloody wolf of her girl. Wednesday opened the door and stepped inside slowly, pushing it ajar behind her. The wolf growled low and intimidating, but Wednesday was unperturbed. She took a step. Then another. And another, until she was right up to Enid’s snout. The raven wrapped her arms around the wolf in an attempt to bring her back to reality.
They stayed like that for an indeterminate length of time. It could have been mere moments. It could have been hours. Wednesday wasn’t sure. It didn’t matter anyway.
Slowly the wolf began to shift and change in her arms, the sound of bones snapping and popping back into place would have been delightful if it were anyone else. Then a small sob came from below her.
“W- Weds..?”
“Enid.”
It was the softest Wednesday had ever spoken as she wrapped her wings around the girl and held onto her for dear life. She would never let anyone hurt Enid again.