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The night was as dark and cold as Wednesday’s heart. Ever since Enid had wolfed out to save her from Isaac Night then ran from Nevermore, ran from her, Wednesday had felt nothing but the cold. The only thing she had thought about was saving Enid from herself, from suffering for the choices she had made in order to protect Wednesday.
Despite her tolerance and love for the cold, she shivered. The chill night air was relentless, sapping even Wednesday’s prodigious and stubborn will to continue. She had lost her Uncle Fester some time back. The bald man had finally keeled over, unconscious after the brutal pace that Wednesday had set from the very beginning had finally caught up to him. She had paused only long enough to wrap him up in blankets then tying him high up a tree and setting a fire underneath him for warmth. She had set several flares and called in his location before continuing on her own. While she was not entirely certain given how strange her mind had been lately, Wednesday thought that she had heard the helicopter far in the distance. Regardless of the outcome with the helicopter, her Uncle Fester would be fine. The man was all but unkillable, and even if he ended up in jail once they realised that he was a wanted fugitive, well, she did remember him saying that he had always wanted to escape from the Mounties at least once in his lifetime.
The snow crunched under her boots as she marched deeper into the Canadian wilderness, ignoring the shivering, ignoring the hunger pangs, ignoring everything but the relentless drive to see Enid again. Wednesday didn’t know what she would do when she finally found the wolf. Chastise her? Most certainly. Enid knew that Wednesday’s family had a massive forest that she could have hidden herself in until she discovered a way to help her En – to help her best friend back from being stuck as a wolf. Wednesday already had some ideas, she just needed time and access to her… to the silly wolf in order to test them. Instead of the wisest choice, Enid had run off on her own.
Just as the light of dawn started spreading across the night sky, shattering Wednesday’s single-minded focus on marching towards her destiny, she finally ran out of strength. She had been walking without sleep, without stopping and with barely any moments to eat the trail mix in her backpack for days on end. She had stopped and taken breaks and naps in the beginning, but the longer they travelled without catching Enid, the more she had increased her own pace. Nearly an entire month of this had been too much, even for her. She collapsed as her legs finally gave out, her breathing ragged and loud. Wednesday dragged herself to the bottom of the nearest and largest tree. She curled up into a tight ball between two of its largest roots and passed out, partially protected by the wind as the cold seeped deeply into her bones.
Wednesday staggered towards the cave entrance, the pain in her calves a welcome distraction from the pain in her heart. She knew Enid was inside. The wolf’s tracks had led Wednesday directly to it. She had called out frequently to Enid as she had narrowed the gap between them. Every call was met with silence. Every plea echoed without acknowledgement.
It had been months of relentless cold and constant tracking but she had finally caught up to her friend. The pain of her loss had only grown. The silence from her normally chatty friend had been a dull ache she had never been able to escape from.
In contrast to what Wednesday had been expecting, the cave was warm, inviting, and it made her instantly wary. The warmth seeped into her bones as she stepped through the entrance. It was light within and the wind from outside cut out immediately. None of that mattered though as her eyes fell immediately onto Enid Sinclair, the wolf who had fought tooth and claw through Wednesday’s defences and made herself a home in her heart.
Having expected the giant wolf that she had last seen at Nevermore, Wednesday was rather surprised when instead of the blonde wolf with pink and blue in her fur, Enid in her human shape met her.
The moment glimmering blue eyes like shards of ice met hers Wednesday knew that something was wrong. Those blue eyes should never, could never be cold. They should be alive with warmth and tenderness and love. An unending fount of compassion and eternal optimism. Wednesday had despised them at first. This colourful and annoying girl who had constantly made herself a part of Wednesday’s life whether the gloomy girl had wanted her to or not. Or at least Wednesday had always told herself and Enid that. But the truth was stranger still. While Wednesday had detested everything about Enid Sinclair at first, it had not taken the colourful girl long to wheedle her way into a treasured spot in her life.
“You were foolish to follow me, Wednesday.” The words were clipped. Spoken like a bored teacher spouting facts at a classroom full of equally bored students.
Wednesday opened her mouth to respond but no sound came out. Everything that she had ever wanted to say to her best friend fled her mind as soon as she had gone to say them.
“What’s the matter, Wens, wolf got your tongue? So typical, so Wednesday. Rarely speaking, but never saying anything of real substance. Always so wrapped up in whatever selfish pursuits that had attracted her attention that week that she never saw what had been under her nose the entire time.”
Enid’s cruel gaze met Wednesday’s as the blonde girl grabbed her by the chin, her colourful claws piercing skin. When had she gone from one side of the cave to right in front of her? Wednesday’s blood dripped from where Enid’s claw sunk in, holding her jaw tight and preventing her from speaking. Not that it mattered anyway, Wednesday couldn’t make a sound, her words failing her right when she needed them most.
“Do you know why I ran from Nevermore? It wasn’t from the school, nor the furs who would try and kill me. No, it was from you.”
Wednesday’s heart clenched painfully in her chest as she heard the truth. What Enid should have done in the first place the moment Wednesday darkened her dorm room door.
A cruel little smirk, so alien, so unlike Enid, twisted the blonde girl’s features. “You see it now. You were always the one destined to kill me. That vision you had of me dying wasn’t prevented, only delayed. I died and it was all your fault.”
Enid was suddenly behind Wednesday, still holding her, still causing her jaw to bleed. Instead of speaking, the wolf forced Wednesday to turn her head to the left. She knew instantly what Enid had wanted her to see. It was Enid’s gravestone, the exact same one she had seen in her Vision months prior.
“No!” The denial ripped from Wednesday’s lips violently, echoing through the trees, startled birds flying away with haste from her outburst as she sat up from where she had been sleeping. “Just a dream, a nightmare from a sleep-addled mind. You’ve experienced better nightmares as a child when the colour pink used to terrify you. Get a grip!”
She took in a deep breath before slowly letting it go. Her Enid would never talk like that. Wednesday paused as what she had just thought hit her. Since when had she considered Enid ‘hers’? That sort of language was reserved for fools and romantics, like her parents.
The memory of the pain she had felt from when dream-Enid had told her that she had run from her and not Nevermore or the furs who would murder her was still fresh in her mind. That feeling had been utterly unlike anything Wednesday had ever experienced before and something she hoped to never feel ever again. A dull ache like an echo of the pain still lingered, like a mere dream of hearing those words had left a scar. The pain utterly eclipsed the agony of losing Nero and that had been devastating. How much worse could it be if she ever heard those words on Enid’s lips? Wednesday didn’t fear many things, but the thought of experiencing that pain again made her truly afraid for the first time in her life.
Fear of that happening nearly crippled her. Wednesday considered for a brief moment, an infinitesimal nanosecond to turn back, to give up the chase. She would hate herself for all eternity for ever considering it, even for a minuscule moment.
Instead of taking off straight away, Wednesday made sure to eat her fill and once more rubbed the healing potion into her calves that her Mother had given her through Fester. It wouldn’t heal her aching legs instantly, but it would help her last longer, walk further than she would without it. How that woman would have known to do that, Wednesday had no clue but assumed it was down to her being a Seer, or perhaps Morticia knew her better than she had ever given her mother credit. For the first time in her life, Wednesday sincerely hoped that it was because of a positive vision her mother had seen as a Dove. It seemed that somehow her roommate’s optimism had started rubbing off on even Wednesday. She didn’t even detest that thought as much as she would have expected, given that she was a Raven. The dark and the morbid, the evil and the monstrous were her playground. That environment had no place for blind optimism, only realistic and bloody expectation.
Corking the vial before placing it in her backpack, Wednesday pushed off from the tree and began her trek just as the sun had reached its zenith in the sky. Even the few hours that she had spent passed out had been unacceptable, Enid awaited, and if she wasn’t, well Wednesday was willing to bet that she was the more stubborn of the two of them.
For several hours Wednesday did nothing but march through the snow, ignoring as the clouds grew bigger, deepened and began dropping even more of the white menace down on top of her. The snow may have been relentless, but this particular storm had never encountered someone like Wednesday Addams before. Eventually even the snow gave up with just a light sprinkle covering the landscape and her black clothes. Enid would have thought it looked pretty. Wednesday wanted to burn it all and watch it turn to steam. She was in need of some more challenging taxidermy projects and steam boiled animals sounded particularly interesting to work on.
Eventually her mind drifted back to the nightmare that she had had while sleeping underneath the tree. The dull ache had never stopped, never faded. It seemed that it had become a constant in her life. She did everything that she could think of to attempt to ease it. She pinched herself. Slapped, bit and even pulled out a knife and cut her palm just to see if other pains could override the ache. Nothing. Nada. Rien. The only result was that her blood turned the snow crimson before she covered it up, and her palm now ached. Nothing seemed to work until Wednesday started to remember the countless moments she had shared with Enid.
She remembered the first time that Enid had stood up to her. “Don’t mess with me. This kitty’s got claws, and I’m not afraid to use them.” Wednesday could still feel the little thrill that had shot through her seeing those claws, the goosebumps and the shiver she had suppressed. The feeling of winning the Poe Cup with Enid. Listening to her roommate talking about whatever latest gossip that she had heard while she wrote on her blog and Wednesday worked on her story. It had been peaceful working side by side, she had not realised how much she craved those moments until they were gone. Enid helping Wednesday with her investigation even while she had clearly been uncomfortable or scared a lot of the time. Enid defending Wednesday to anyone who ever said anything bad about her. “I know she gives off serial killer vibes, but she’s really just shy.” While Wednesday wouldn’t describe herself as shy, far from it, the sentiment was appreciated.
That right there was the crux of the matter for Wednesday. She had rarely ever been sentimental about anything, even her family. So why was Enid different? What made her treat the rainbow dipped puppy as anything but saccharine and annoying? Why was Enid on her mind at all times of day and night?
“Enid, the mark you have left on me is indelible. Any time I grow nauseous at the sight of a rainbow, or hear a pop song that makes my ears bleed, I’ll think of you.” That moment and the one before that, their first hug had indeed left an indelible mark. But Wednesday had been wrong about something, it wasn’t just rainbows or pop songs that made her think of Enid, because she never stopped thinking about her, ever.
Warmth bloomed in her chest, pushing away the sense of cold and completely banishing the dull ache as she replayed the hug, their first hug through her mind. Enid had been coated in blood and wounds that she had gotten from saving Wednesday’s life and she remembered distinctly thinking that it had been the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.
Wednesday stopped her march towards Enid, cataloging every sensation she felt at that moment. Why was the thought, the mere memory of that hug able to endeavour such a reaction out of her? As she played the memory over and over, she dissected every thought, every sensation and feeling that she could recall. While the warmth from the memory remained and the dull pain vanished, something else took its place. It was a feeling that Wednesday was unsure of as she did not think that she had ever felt it before. While it wasn’t the same, the closest that she could easily identify was loss. That was an emotion that Wednesday knew well from when she had lost her beloved Nero. But Wednesday had not lost Enid, not yet and if she had her way, which she would, she wasn’t going to ever. Wednesday had promised Enid that she would be there for her even if she became a lone wolf and an Addams never broke their promises.
She began walking again while dissecting this new feeling like a puzzle she was determined to solve. While Wednesday used her tracking knowledge to follow the signs that Enid had left behind as she fled through the forest, she was confident that she could find her wolf even if the signs vanished. Which was fortunate considering the snow storm had hidden a lot. Yet another puzzle for her to solve as Wednesday had no idea exactly where this unconscious knowledge came from that helped her, but for now, she was just happy to have it. She did not desire to pursue the mystery only to lose the ability. Enid was far more important to her than solving a puzzle.
As the day progressed, the sun slowly started its descent, and Wednesday found herself oddly jittery and buoyed with a strange energy like she had injected herself with a syringe full of sugar. It reminded her of the time she had accidentally ingested ecstasy. If anyone was to ask, she had had nothing to do with the twenty eight fires set in abandoned homes that if looked at from the sky or a map, was in the rough shape of WA. While it had been one hell of a night, and it was still one of Uncle Fester’s favourite stories to recount during family gatherings, Wednesday would rather avoid any sort of experience like that ever again.
It wasn’t until later when her cut started to itch quite severely that she frowned, some new variable had occurred and Wednesday did not like those. Carefully removing the cloth she had wrapped her hand in, Wednesday raised a single eyebrow in surprise at what she saw. The cut had gone from a fresh albeit clotting wound to scabbing over. The skin surrounding the cut was red and looked angry but even as she watched, that was slowly fading back towards her normal pallor. She was not quite sure what to make of that honestly. While Wednesday as an Addams possessed faster than average healing, it was not that fast. Even very few Outcasts honestly healed at any kind of speed approaching that, all of which she herself was not. Wednesday as a seer, a psychic, not a vampire or… or werewolf during the full moon.
Wednesday glanced to exactly where she knew it would be, the full moon. It was only just beginning its ascent from the horizon as the sun began to set. Wednesday wasn’t a werewolf. Sure, there had been the time that she transformed into a wolf during a full moon, but she had been in Enid’s body and so it was only natural that it had happened. The next full moon that she had experienced had been a month ago, when Enid had fled and Wednesday had not felt anything then. Could she somehow really be a werewolf without being born as one? Which was something considered impossible regardless of what Normies would tell you in their fictions. If that was the case then the only way it could have happened was when Enid and herself had swapped bodies for twenty four hours and she had experienced the full moon. Could her inner wolf have been born or seeded or awoken that night and had taken time to mature? There were too many unknowns, and despite her conjecture, Wednesday wasn’t entirely certain that she was now suddenly a werewolf. More data was definitely required.
She hadn’t realised just how much of a beacon the moon was to her until just now and she wondered if this was how Enid always felt. The same went for her enhanced smell and increased hearing. The woods were alive in a way that she hadn’t expected, even with her extensive knowledge of flora and fauna. She could only assume that her preoccupation with Enid had distracted her from everything else. Either that or these changes hadn’t truly begun until the full moon began rising mere moments earlier.
A thrill shot through her as she flexed her hand the exact same way she had seen Enid do dozens of times and wickedly sharp claws extended from the tips of her fingers. Wednesday couldn’t help the slight uptick at the corner of her lips from the pleasure of seeing her fingers become even deadlier than normal. She could throw all of her blades and still stab and maim her enemies, or Pugsley, whoever was closest. Wednesday still hadn’t forgiven him for the time that he had dyed his hair blonde when they were younger, a truly horrendous form of rebellion, even for her rebellious sensibilities.
The image of golden blonde hair flashed through her memory, but it wasn’t her brother’s, it was Enid’s. Just like that her expression twisted into a grimace as the dull ache she had thought she had managed to banish reappeared. Only the pain had increased. It was no longer a dull ache, but a sharp pain akin to what is commonly called a ‘stitch’, only it was not in her ribs, but in her chest.
Engaging her psychic gifts, Wednesday delved into her memory of her hug with Enid. The girl’s scent infused with the coppery smell of blood. The heat of her werewolf as it seeped into Wednesday’s body while they hugged. The feeling of Enid as Wednesday pulled them tighter, the juxtaposition between how firm and yet soft her friend felt in her arms strangely comforting.
The pain lessened only to be replaced with that unfamiliar feeling from earlier, the one so similar to loss. Her eyes shot open in shock as realisation finally hit her. Wednesday was so consumed with her epiphany that she didn’t even wonder when she had closed her eyes. It hadn’t seemed to have slowed her pace through the woods at all, so she did not worry about it.
Wednesday was unable to stop herself from reeling slightly from her discovery. She hadn’t been feeling loss, Wednesday had been feeling longing. Sure, she missed Enid, but Wednesday had assumed as a friend, nothing more, and yet the longing she felt… The pain in her chest, how far she was willing to go, how far she was able to go for Enid. The fear of the blonde werewolf having run from her specifically. Dozens, hundreds of little things like Wednesday’s tolerance for Enid’s inane babbling, her colours, her exuberance, her smile. Wednesday had not only never tolerated anything like that before, she had actively despised it, still did if she was honest. But not when it came to Enid, never with Enid. Wednesday now knew that she would eat rainbow coloured ice cream if but Enid requested it of her.
Because Wednesday was cursed, worse still, Wednesday was in love. Perhaps it was the same thing in the end for an Addams.
The moment she had acknowledged the feeling was the moment that she felt the curse burrow its way deep into her soul. Her blood boiled and the world spun so violently that Wednesday stumbled and fell to her knees, gasping as everything within her twisted and shifted. It felt like every atom that made up her body had been forcefully rearranged within seconds as fire raced through her nerves.
She knelt in the snow panting harder and louder than she had ever done before. Her breaths visible puffs in ragged gasps as everything re-centred for her. Enid. Enid. Enid. Enid. Everything was Enid. Wednesday had assumed she had thought of Enid often before, now she knew better, now she knew that she no longer breathed for herself, but for Enid.
The thought of not being with Enid no longer just frightened her, it nearly drove her to madness. Tears ran down her cheeks before falling into the snow and freezing. Wednesday hoped they stayed frozen for the rest of time, a fitting tribute to her love. She hoped Nero forgave her for finally crying over something else, because she had no chance to stop herself.
Jumping to her feet with renewed zeal, Wednesday all but ran towards the girl who had stolen her heart. She moved so swiftly, so light on her feet that she effortlessly glided over the snow, even as more began falling down around her. The trees all but blurred as she flew past them, her unstoppable march now a certainty. Either Wednesday reached her wolf, or she would die, and her dying before she got to Enid was unacceptable.
She took in a deep breath before putting every ounce of strength she possessed into a single shout. “Enid!” The name reverberated not just in her chest, but through the woods, the snow, the wind. For long moments it felt like even the world held its breath as it waited with Wednesday for a reply.
For too long, silence, utter stillness as even the wind chose that moment to die down. Then finally a loud response came. A single howl, so loud, so full of potency that trees quivered and built up snow collapsed all around her. Wednesday’s heart broke. The howl had been so full of longing, love and fear that she couldn’t help but increase her pace even more. For right after the echoes of Enid’s howl had died down, Wednesday heard several quieter howls and yips. A werewolf pack had found Enid.
Somehow her pace quickened even further, her lungs burning as she ran so fast that the branches she ran into stung slightly. She relished the feeling, for every little sting, every painfilled gasp of air into her lungs fueled her anger and desire to reach Enid. The pain of her run wasn’t the only thing she was experiencing however. Pitch black fur had slowly started to sprout along her arms, her legs, her back. The fur felt uncomfortable in the confines of her tight clothing, but she had no time to fix it, Enid was in danger.
An angry growl tore through her mouth that was suddenly full of too many teeth too sharp and large after she heard a yelp of pain that she instinctively knew had been from Enid. The yelp was quickly followed by a growl that was almost a roar before a heavy thud and pained whimpers from some mutt. Wednesday burst into a clearing and growled loud and menacingly at the scene before her.
Three flea ridden mongrels had surrounded Enid, with a fourth laying in crimson snow, half of its innards still steaming in the cold air, having fallen out through a rather nasty wound in its stomach. The scent of blood struck Wednesday, not just any blood however, it was Enid’s. It was only claw marks from a single slash by what Wednesday assumed was the dying wolf, but she still saw red. These absolute pieces of rotten filth dared to put their grubby paws on her Enid? They would pay, their pack would pay, their ancestors would pay as she performed a seance and trapped the mutt's souls to the mortal plane to be tortured for all of time.
Enid backed up with a warning growl as one of the wolves attempted to nip at her. When that failed, another one tried to strike instead. Only to skitter backwards, narrowly avoiding a swipe from Enid’s claws. The third took advantage of her distraction and was able to make it close enough to Enid to take its own swipe at her. The wolf only managed to hit some of Enid’s fur, but it was too close for Wednesday regardless.
As her rage boiled over, the black fur that had been steadily spreading suddenly exploded everywhere over her body. Cracking sounds echoed across the clearing as her bones began to break and reknit anew, her skin tearing and stretching and shaping to her new form. She fell to her knees then to all fours, holding in her painfilled gasps as her transformation took place. Her nose and mouth stretched and elongated as the sharp teeth she had had just moments earlier doubled, tripled then quadrupled in length. Her body expanded rapidly while her bones continued to break, the dark warm clothing she had been wearing shredding under the relentless growth of her change. She heard several snaps that weren’t her bones as the straps on her backpack unclipped and the bag slid off of her back. Wednesday’s only regret was she did not have the time nor the inclination to enjoy the pain she was currently feeling, her Mate was in danger.
Somehow Wednesday had not yet been noticed by Enid or the soon-to-be dead wolves as the hunters continued to try and break through the alpha’s defences. Wednesday stood up slowly on all four paws, her harsh breathing visible in the cold night air, her fur covered chest expanding and compressing rapidly with the unrestrained beat of her heart.
Wednesday waited a moment to get her bearings and to make sure that her transformation had been complete before she let out a howl that had all of the rage and hate for the pack who had attacked her Mate. The confrontation between the werewolves froze as they turned to appraise the newcomer. Wednesday’s heart leapt into her throat when her eyes made contact with Enid’s finally. A month of worry had been far too long. Realisation struck her then that she had been lucky that she had not worked out her feelings properly earlier, if she had, Wednesday did not think she could have prevented herself from going mad with grief and longing weeks ago. The instinctive urge to run to her Enid, her alpha, her Mate was near overwhelming as she stared into those glowing blue orbs. It was then that her worry over being rejected fell away completely as she saw the same feelings that Wednesday herself was dealing with. Enid’s eyes might have been the colour of a frozen lake, but they contained all of the warmth of a thousand suns.
As if in a move that they had practiced many, many times before, Wednesday and Enid launched themselves at two separate targets without even having to coordinate. A growl was the only warning Wednesday gave as she jumped at the nearest wolf. She wouldn’t had even given him that but it had been on instinct. The male wolf – because Wednesday realised she could smell the repulsive male musk wafting off of him – growled back as he leapt to the side, just narrowly avoiding Wednesday’s jaws snapping shut along his flank. The Fur she was fighting was larger than her and undoubtedly had more experience as a wolf, but Wednesday was angry. Not only that, she was smaller, nimbler and had spent countless thousands of hours practicing fighting in many forms, both armed and unarmed. She only had to apply that knowledge and skill to this as well. Between how powerful Enid was as her wolf, (just ask Tyler) and her fighting experience, she had no doubt that they would prevail.
Wednesday quickly and easily dodged out of the way from a lunge by the wolf she was fighting. Her smaller size and decreased weight allowed her to skip across the snow laden ground much easier than her opponent. As Enid ran past, quickly and closely pursued by the other two wolves, the alpha snapped her powerful jaws at the third, giving Wednesday an opening. Instantly, she pounced, sinking her teeth and claws into the male wolf’s flank, tearing out a chunk of muscle, fur and blood as she shook her head violently. She dodged the wolf’s retaliatory bite of his jaws, nimbly stepping away before spitting the mouthful of mutt onto the churned up snow beneath them with a gagging noise. The wolf’s blood tasted absolutely foul, what did this mongrel’s diet consist of? Whatever it was, Wednesday doubted it was healthy for him. She really was doing him a favour by putting him down now before his diet did it for him.
A yelp of pain from her Mate had Wednesday turn instinctively, unable to prevent herself from looking to make sure that Enid was alright. It seemed that one of the other mutts had managed to bite at Enid’s tail, nipping at the end before Enid twisted and snapped ferociously at the pissant wolf.
She was already turning back, recognising the danger of taking her eyes off of an opponent when movement in the corner of her eye had her instincts flare a warning. Wednesday automatically flinched back out of the way, narrowly avoiding the jaw heading right for her jugular. Despite her backing up fast, the other wolf kept on her, not letting her increase the distance between them that was to her greater advantage. Her yelp of surprise turned to a whine of pain as a paw she hadn’t been able to dodge fast enough struck the righthand side of her face. Pain and disorientation had her stumbling and shaking her head to clear it, which thankfully didn’t last long, Wednesday was used to fighting through worse pain. An idea came to mind and so she played up how badly hurt and confused she truly was.
Thankfully the cur fell for it, instantly pouncing at her and attempting to overpower her smaller size while he thought he had the upperhand. Wednesday pretended to stumble while dropping out of the way of his lunge. As he sailed past, surprisingly fast still considering the bloody wound in his side, Wednesday jumped onto the wolf’s back. She sank her claws deep into his fur and bit deeply into his neck. The wolf underneath her howled his agony but before he could do anything further, Wednesday dug her claws deeper into his back and wrenched with all of her strength, snapping his neck and tearing away yet another chunk. Blood spurted everywhere, coating her black fur as her opponent instantly dropped, dead before he had even hit the ground. She jumped off before she could lose her footing, the snow crunching underneath her paws as she nimbly landed next to the corpse.
Without looking back or giving herself a moment to take a breath, Wednesday ran off instantly, chasing after the curs who dared hurt her Mate. Trees and brush blurred as she ran past, following Enid’s scent. Belatedly she realised that that had been what she had been following hours earlier during the day as she marched through the snow with unerring precision. Wednesday had just not had the true understanding of how scents as a wolf deferred from that of a human, especially her Mate’s. As she ran towards the sounds of fighting, she wondered when she had begun referring to Enid as her Mate and why? Sure, she now recognised her feelings for the wolf girl, but that didn’t mean she was her Mate surely. After all, she had only wolfed out for the first time in her own body tonight.
Panic welled up in her as she heard Enid let out another yelp of pain, followed by more growling. Wednesday burst through a heavily snow covered thicket and spotted the three wolves the moment she cleared the trees. Without hesitation, Wednesday bit down at the ankles of a wolf that was larger than her previous opponent, and yet still small compared to Enid. As the wolf turned to angrily snap at Wednesday, Enid leapt forward, sinking her teeth into the jugular of the distracted mutt and pulled. Wednesday slid forward for a moment under Enid’s immense strength before she lost her grip and the leg she had bitten down on was flung away from her, along with the rest of the mutt. The brown wolf slammed into a tree a few feet away, crumbling instantly. Even as snow fell from the branches above, Wednesday could tell by the angle of the wolf’s neck that it was dead.
The fourth and final wolf let out a whine before turning and bolting into the trees, his tail between his legs as snow swirled in the air around him. Wednesday instinctively took a step to begin chasing after him when she heard another whine, this time from Enid.
Instantly her attention snapped to the blonde wolf standing closer than Wednesday had expected. Her eyes roamed all over her alpha, searching and cataloging every wound that she could see. Thankfully there weren’t that many, even considering she had been outnumbered for almost the entirety of the fight.
A pained whimper slipped out from Wednesday without her permission as Enid whined and stepped back slightly, her ears downcast and her tail between her legs. As if her whimper had flipped a switch, Enid was instantly next to Wednesday, rubbing her much bigger wolf body against hers. Enid was whining and yipping quietly, apologising in a way that was instinctive to wolves.
Wednesday gently rubbed her flank across where Enid had pushed herself up against her. She huffed before yipping back. They turned to look at each other directly and Wednesday nuzzled underneath Enid’s neck gently. The scent of her Mate bloomed in her senses and Wednesday breathed her in deeply. She had never known addiction nor bliss, and yet she had found both in Enid’s scent and Wednesday knew that she would never, ever get tired of it.
After scenting her, Wednesday turned her head to the side, inviting Enid to do the same. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest when the bigger wolf pushed her snout into Wednesday’s neck and breathed in. She couldn’t nor did she want to stop herself from rubbing her neck into Enid’s cold nose, trying to push as much of her scent towards the other girl as possible.
Enid yipped in amusement at Wednesday’s actions and aside from letting out a quiet huff, the dark furred wolf continued her behaviour. She was past caring how her actions looked, especially not in front of Enid when it was just the two of them. If she hadn’t been utterly devoted to the blonde wolf girl before, seeing her fighting and killing their enemies and coated in their blood would have made her smitten.
Having finished her scenting, Enid took a half step back and howled loudly into the night sky. A moment later and Wednesday was howling alongside her, their howls harmonising in a beautiful song of love and warning.
Wednesday nuzzled Enid again before she started to groom her alpha, making sure to be gentle around the wounds she had received. Enid held herself still as Wednesday worked, barring her tail wagging and the occasional rub of her head on wherever she could touch Wednesday's body. She nipped and bit at knotted and dirty fur, licking clean the blood and showered her Mate in affection. Wednesday was ever so grateful that her transformation had provided her with the instincts to do this properly. Enid deserved nothing less than the best from Wednesday and she was determined to be everything her Mate could or would ever need. Devotion and love burned through her veins, utterly and entirely replacing every other thought in Wednesday’s head. The only puzzle or mystery worth solving now and forevermore was how best to make Enid happy. Anything less was a disservice to her.
After she had finished, Wednesday held still as Enid groomed her the same way that she had just done. Her tail drooped slightly when Enid whined at the wound on the side of Wednesday’s face. She hadn’t noticed it earlier due to adrenaline and worry for Enid, but she had several claw marks where the mongrel had managed to hit her. Wednesday made sure to not move an inch as Enid gently and methodically cleaned and licked the cuts, not wanting to upset her Mate any further than she already was.
Once Enid had finished as well, the two wolves continued to rub and scent each other, circling with the relief at having found one another palpable between them. Suddenly Enid yipped, jumping back and crouching low with her back arched and tail wagging high in the air. She let out a little friendly grumble before running into the trees, Wednesday hot on her heels as they yipped and growled playfully.
Hours later after having playfully chased one another through the snow covered trees, they had found a small half cave partially sheltered from the elements. Wednesday had grabbed her backpack from where she had dropped it and brought it back to their temporary den between her teeth. She placed the bag down in the driest spot that wasn’t where they were going to sleep for the night and watched fondly as her Mate tore at the white-tailed deer they had hunted together. Enid’s eyes were closed and she occasionally let out a whine as she ate. It seemed that even after a month of living as a wolf and then fighting for her life had not changed her gentler nature. Despite having killed two wolves and helped hunt the deer, Enid still did not like it nor blood. That was fine to Wednesday, her Mate was perfect the way she was and besides, she was bloodthirsty and violent enough for the two of them.
Wednesday licked Enid's jaws clean of blood once the blonde wolf had clearly finished eating and nuzzled her, letting her Mate know that everything was perfectly alright. Enid whined again, looking anywhere but at the deer carcass. Wednesday nuzzled her once more before turning and dragging the corpse outside and covered it in snow, making sure to spread more over any and all blood she could find. While it was not smart to just leave food out to attract any old predator, Wednesday’s main goal had been to make Enid feel better. Any carnivores that came looking for the carcass wouldn’t dare while two werewolves were nearby anyway, especially her Enid, her alpha. Her wolf form was the most magnificent thing that Wednesday had ever, or would ever, behold.
Enid had already curled up into their temporary den as tightly as she could. Wednesday lay down next to her and leaned into the warmth of her alpha. Enid curled protectively around Wednesday and while ordinarily she would object to the perception of her being weak, the feeling of her Mate encircling her was comforting. The intoxicating scent of her Mate filled her senses and within moments, she was asleep.
Something soft and warm nuzzled into her neck and Wednesday’s eyes snapped open instantly. She nearly flinched from the pain as her right eye struggled to open from the blood that had fallen over her lids and dried there. Slowly, gently she coaxed her eye open and blinked rapidly to clean out the sleep and anything else that fell into them.
The moment she wasn’t distracted by her eyes, golden blonde hair with faded pink and blue streaks came into view and Wednesday relaxed completely. None of it had been a dream, she had found Enid and they had defeated a small pack of wolves together after she had somehow wolfed out. A small gasp escaped her lips as she suddenly realised something. Enid was no longer a wolf, she had somehow turned back during the night as Wednesday lay in her arms.
Slowly as to not wake her love just yet, Wednesday looked around them. The small half cave, a rock shelter she believed they were called, was relatively dry and clean, although she noted that she could see tufts of black and blonde fur in several spots. Her backpack was leaning up against one side, dirty and wet, but still there. Wednesday lay on her side, her head leaning on one of Enid’s arms, her other one laying over Wednesday’s stomach. Their legs were entangled and their mutual warmth kept the morning chill at bay. Despite there being snow only a few feet from her with no barrier and no clothes on, Wednesday was warm.
Wednesday was suddenly fighting a furious blush when she realised that her and Enid were naked. Together. In each other’s arms. She could feel soft breasts pushing into her side as Enid nuzzled into her neck once more, the arm thrown over Wednesday being used to pull them tighter together.
She involuntarily let out a soft moan and Enid tensed immediately. The moment Enid breathed in, she seemed to note Wednesday’s scent and relaxed automatically, before tensing again and sitting up. She looked with bewildered and hope filled eyes at Wednesday as the smaller girl lay still, fearful that if she made the first move, Enid would run from her again.
The rapid heartbeat of her Mate was all that Wednesday could hear as they stared at one another, neither willing to break the stalemate, the silence in case it was a dream, or worse, frighten the other off. Being the bravest she had ever been in her life, Wednesday slowly lifted her arm and gently cupped Enid’s cheek. Warmth and affection bloomed in her chest as Enid nuzzled into her hand, her eyes closing in clear joy and contentment.
“Wens…” Enid’s eyes shot open from where she had been nuzzling Wednesday’s hand and she gasped in shock. Her hands lifted up and she stared dumbly at them as Wednesday pulled back slightly. Enid touched her own face, mapping out every contour as if she wasn’t sure of what she was feeling before pulling them back and staring at them again.
“W-Wens? I…I’m…”
“Human again,” Wednesday finished for her, a smile breaking across her face unbidden. Her own joy and happiness at seeing Enid once more, safe and sound was far too great for even her own self control to prevent.
Something that Enid noticed as instead of staring at her hands, she stared at Wednesday smiling instead.
“You have dimples, Wens! Oh. Em. Gee, how did I not know that?!” Enid cupped her mouth as if in a futile attempt to contain her glee, her eyes sparkling with unshed tears.
Wednesday felt the claw marks on her face stretch slightly as she smiled and she suppressed the slight and automatic reaction to the pain. Something in her body language still must have given herself away however as Enid’s smile instantly morphed into an upset expression. Enid reached out a hand, her finger almost about to trace the edges of the scabbing cuts when she pulled back, looking guilty.
“I’m so, so sorry, Wens! It’s all my fault that you got hurt, trying to save my stupid ass from those hunters!”
“Cara mia,” Wednesday breathed. “Now that I have found you, I will never let you be alone ever again. You are the sun to my empty heart, shining down upon it and filling it with warmth and life. These wounds, even as superficial as they are, I hope they scar so everyone will be able to see just how much you mean to me.”
The blonde girl stared at her, eyes searching for any hint that Wednesday was lying, or at least downplaying the injury. When she saw none, her tense shoulders relaxed. “Are you sure? Because I don’t want you lying to me just to make me feel better.”
“I am being utterly sincere, mon loup chéri.”
Enid let out a sigh of relief, a bright smile transforming her lovely face into one of exquisite beauty, the tears that had been threatening to fall before running down her cheeks. Before Wednesday could apologise for somehow hurting the love of her life and making her cry, Enid fell into her arms, her face suddenly inches from her own.
“Wednesday?”
“Yes, mi amor?”
“I love you too.”
Warm soft lips met her own in a gentle kiss before Enid pulled back just enough to be able to look into Wednesday’s eyes again. “W-Was that okay? I-I don’t want to push your boundaries or, or anything and make you uncomfortable and I know that we just con–”
Instead of replying with words, Wednesday stopped Enid’s nervous ramblings by kissing her again, this time with even more enthusiasm, pouring her heart and soul into the act. Enid moaned and Wednesday mentally noted her success.
Hours later as the sun was approaching mid-morning, Wednesday and Enid had finally been able to pull apart from each other and get dressed. It wasn’t much, just some spare pants and shirts that Wednesday had kept inside of her backpack in waterproof bags. They had no shoes unfortunately, but she expected their werewolf constitution should hold up long enough for them to steal or purchase some.
While Wednesday found Enid in all black clothing incredibly attractive, she found that she missed her beloved in the eye searing colours she unapologetically wore. Wednesday swore to fill up an entire closet of clothing that would kill her in an instant if she was to ever be foolish enough to step into it.
A thrill shot up her arm as she took Enid’s hand, still surprised that her dislike of touch was entirely non-existent with Enid. Just like every other barrier she had put up around herself, her blonde wolf had slipped past that defence too. Thrilled that she was able to freely hold her hand now, she turned to the girl who had stolen her heart and clearly refused to ever give it back. “Cara mia, we have far to go to get to Addams land and sooner or later, someone will come looking for those mongrels who dared to hunt you.” She stopped to lift their hands up between them and kissed Enid’s knuckles gently. “The only person you are allowed to be prey for is me. I will extinguish any and all bloodlines that come sniffing around until the message is well understood.”
Enid smiled. It wasn’t her usual smile though. It was a bloodthirsty smile. It reminded Wednesday of the blonde girl’s wolf side and she couldn’t help but shiver in pleasure at seeing it. “Wens, my love, don’t think that I won’t be beside you the entire time, for if they hunt me, then they hunt you too and that just won’t do. You are mine to do with as I will, no one else's, got it?”
Wednesday moaned and her grip tightened on Enid’s hand. She couldn’t help it. Something in her Addams blood boiled at that declaration and she wanted to throw herself at Enid and force her to devour her until they were one being. Until Wednesday knew without a doubt they could never be separated ever again. Clearly she had been wrong earlier about the events of the past month changing Enid, even if just a little bit.
“You say the most romantic of things, mi amor. Come, let us leave these woods. I wish to show you your new home.”
They still had a lot to discuss, first and foremost their new relationship. Wednesday furiously fought a blush as she thought about all of the kissing they had done instead of talking, but that was alright, they had the rest of their lives to talk. They also had the issue of Enid potentially becoming stuck in her wolf form again as well as the mystery of how she had somehow managed to transform back last night still hovered over their heads. With time and consulting Grandmama, they should hopefully discover that and just how Wednesday became a werewolf when she had not been born one, that would unfortunately have to wait for later though. She had already started planning their next moves and how the werewolves would respond to the three dead wolves, thankfully nothing required an immediate response. While Wednesday would have preferred to kill the last wolf who had run off, it would have only delayed the response, not prevented it. Enid could not stay holed up in their estate for the rest of her life, eventually they would learn of her survival and come sniffing around for answers. All problems for later, their immediate needs required them to acquire more supplies in order to maximise their survival.
Hand in hand with the most precious thing within her life, Wednesday slowly left their temporary den behind and began the trek for the Addams Family estate, for safety, for home.