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Welcome back to San Francisco.

After the events of the craziest term in her Nevermore Academy experience filled with unexpected monsters, pilgrims coming back to life, and a murderous faculty member, Enid Sinclair is returning to San Francisco. 

This wasn’t the first time Enid was going home alone, but this was the first time she was going home alone as a full-pledged werewolf. After transforming for the first time under the blood moon in order to save her best friend and roommate, Wednesday Addams from the clutches of Tyler the Hyde. 

Transforming was exhilarating –and slightly painful– but to Enid, it meant the world, literally. Now she won’t have to be a lone wolf and cast out of the family pack. 

The biggest part of her couldn’t wait to tell her mother all about her transformation and not be a disappointment anymore, but the sensible part of her couldn’t help but feel sad that the only way her mother could ever accept her is if she could transform.  

Whatever happens, she’s going to lift her head up high. If she could single-handedly take down a hyde, then she can definitely handle her pack… hopefully.

If worse comes to worst, she just has to think of WWWD, “What Would Wednesday Do?” 

Surprisingly, transforming and then battling a hyde wasn’t the craziest thing to happen to Enid the past term. It was actually meeting her roommate turned best friend. 

The two of them were complete opposites of each other, and every single sign pointed to them never getting along, but for some strange reason the two of them just work. 

Enid knows what’s behind the snarky and sarcastic remarks and embraces all the Addams’ quirks, while Wednesday, for the first time in her life, accepts the light, color, and warmth that the werewolf brings her. 

They understand each other the way no one else can, they’re each other’s person, the kind of person you only get to meet once in a lifetime. 

Both of them were stubborn, refusing to back down, yet they found that they were willing to concede for the other when the situation called for it. 

More importantly, they trusted each other. Wednesday trusted Enid to take care of the hyde, and trusted that she could handle it. 

Not to mention that damned hug that was haunting Enid’s dreams. She could still feel the warmth of Wednesday's skin clinging to her body, still hear the heartbeat that was pressed against her chest, smell the scent so comforting. 

“Ladies and gentlemen, we have begun our descent into San Mateo County. Please turn off all portable electronic devices and stow them until we have arrived at the gate. In preparation for landing, be certain your seat back is straight up and your seat belt is fastened. Please secure your carry-on items, stow your tray table, and pass any remaining service items and unwanted reading materials to the flight attendants. Thank you.“

Well, this is it. 

It’s time for Enid Sinclair to show her pack what she’s made of. 

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“Enid! Over here!” A tall, handsome, blonde was waving his hand around in the air like an idiot, trying to get her attention. 

Why was her brother so embarrassing? It hasn’t even been a full minute since she got out of the airport to inhale the familiar scent of San Francisco air. 

“Fallon.” Enid greeted her older brother with a smile on her face, as embarrassed as she was, she won’t deny how much she missed him.

“What, no hug?” Fallon replied with a smile of his own, opening up his arms for his favorite sibling, not like he’ll admit that outloud but still. He hated being thousands of miles apart from his baby sister. 

As the two sibling embraced each other, they couldn’t help but inhale the other’s scent, familiar and comfortable, just as they remembered, except–

“Enid?” Fallon pulled away for a bit before pressing his nose even closer to his sister’s neck and inhaled. “Your scent has changed, what?”

“Well, you see… Funny story actually.” Enid should have known her brother would find out as soon as possible. He always did.

“YOU TRANSFORMED?!” Fallon couldn’t believe it! His sister can finally turn into the wolf, now they can go run through the forest side by side instead of Enid clinging on to his back. 

“How?” The taller blonde asked, shaking his head in shock. “When?”

“Super recently, I had to go save my friend from a bloodthirsty monster and boom! Suddenly, I’m a wolf.” Enid explained like it was no big deal, it’s not like what happened to her was rare or anything.

Fallon furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, Wolves don’t randomly transform on the spot for just any friend. Was his sister hiding something? And were those scars on her face? What the hell happened?

Wait, wasn’t the most recent full moon, a blood moon? Werewolves are powerless during those, aren't they? At least no one in their pack transformed last time.

“This is great, have you told mom yet?” He’ll get to the bottom of this friend thing and the blood moon mystery later, but for now he just wants to go back home with his sister.

“Nope. Not yet.” Enid was so not ready for the inevitable conversation with her mother. “Couldn’t find the right time.”

“We can tell her together.” Fallon was still the same older brother who never made her feel alone. “Now, come on, I’m starving.” Guess he still had a monster appetite too. Enid was glad to know some things never change.

But this time, Enid could definitely relate, ever since her transformation she’s been eating more than usual. Who knew being a terrifying carnivore would burn so much calories? Fortunately for her, her pack had more than enough money to keep hundreds of werewolves from ever going hungry.

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As Fallon’s SUV finished the drive up their ridiculously long driveway, Enid’s senses were filled with the familiar noises of her packmates, her ears have been more sensitive lately so now she can hear even all the way into the forest surrounding them. 

“I never realized how loud it can be around here.” Enid told her brother, while rubbing her ears in comfort. She was still getting used to her newly enhanced senses. If she thought her senses were good before transforming, it had nothing on her senses now. 

It’s like she could hear things from a mile away. 

“You’ll get used to it, our senses are adjusting and becoming more enhanced when we first transform. Eventually, you’ll be able to adjust them, kind of like a volume dial.” Fallon explained, as he puts his car in park and kills the engine. 

Enid frowns at the fact she has to deal with this sense thing for a while longer, but meh, she’s dealt with worse. Nevermore wasn’t exactly known for being quiet.

The pair of siblings were getting the bags out of the car when their parents came out of the house to greet them. Her mother took the lead as per usual while her dad just hovered behind her like a lost puppy.

“Enid! There’s my girl. Oh no! What happened to your face?” Mother of the year, Esther Sinclair everybody. “How would you ever find a mate now?” The Sinclair matriarch said worryingly. 

“Wow, 2 seconds, yet another new record. Thanks mom, I missed you too.” It hasn’t even been a day and part of Enid already wants to go back to Nevermore. 

Enid reluctantly gave her mother a short hug before crashing into her dad’s arms, she missed him so much. Murray Sinclair was a man of few words, but Enid knew her dad silently supported her.

Taking a step forward ang sniffing all round Enid, Esther couldn’t help but get her hopes up. “Enid, honey, have you–?” 

“Yes mom, I wolfed out. Yippie!” The blonde teenager hated the fact that she wasn’t able to feel 100% happy at her transformation. 

All Enid ever thought about was finally shifting into a wolf, but now that she did, it didn’t feel nearly as good as she thought it would.

“Oh, honey! This is such great news, you’re finally normal! What about that boy you were hanging out with, does he seem like a potential mate?” Her mother truly doesn’t care about the real her, it’s always about werewolf Enid.

Enid forced a smile on her face as she answered, “Unfortunately, Ajax and I decided that we were better off as friends.” 

“Not to worry dear! Even better actually, we can find you a nice strong werewolf mate right here.” Esther was thrilled at the fact that her daughter was finally a real wolf, now she had some matchmaking to do. 

“I’ll spread the word around for you honey, we’ll find you a mate in no time!” Esther was frantically going through all the eligible wolves in their pack. There must be someone who would accept her daughter as their mate.

With her mother finally vacating her personal space, Enid turned to her father who had a small smile on his face. Hope shined through her eyes, she was praying her dad would have a better reaction.

“I’m proud of you, kid.” Murray patted his daughter on the shoulder and helped Fallon in bringing the bags inside the house. Enid’s heart dropped, that was it? After years of not being able to wolf out, all she got were five words?

Why was the blonde teenager even shocked? This has always been her life, she just thought things would be better by now, but guess not.

Enid spared her childhood neighborhood a glance, as she took in the familiar sights. It felt good to be back home, but something in the back of her mind was telling her that something was about to happen. 

Oh how she wished Wednesday was with her right now, at least her best friend would be ready for anything. 

Wednesday.

Enid could not stop thinking about Wednesday, was she doing okay? Was she writing? Practicing the cello? Her mind just kept thinking of the psychic. 

She’s counting down the days until they see each other again despite it not even being 24 hours since they separated. Her wolf howled within her as they both long for the other girl’s presence. 

Was Wednesday thinking of her too? 

Enid hopes she was. She really hoped that the psychic was missing her just as much as the blonde was missing Wednesday. 

San Francisco was home, but Enid knew it didn’t feel like the way it did before. Something was missing, she just wished she knew what.

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Enid was currently in her childhood bedroom, unpacking her suitcases and reorganizing some of her belongings. She has dozens of new pictures from the last term to place on her wall. She even managed to make Wednesday take a couple of pictures with her!

The werewolf couldn’t help but think about her roommate slash best friend. Wednesday was probably somewhere inside her mansion plotting murder or insulting her brother Pugsley. 

It hasn’t even been a full 24 hours since they parted, and yet Enid already misses her best friend. Lately, she’s been thinking about Wednesday a lot, some part of her just wants to be with the shorter girl all the time. 

Her wolf seems to agree, considering she runs just a little warmer every time she thinks of her homicidal roommate. Enid doesn’t know why, but she thinks it might be her wolf adopting Wednesday into her make-shift pack. 

Speaking of packs, Fallon told her that they needed to go to the packhouse in order to inform the council of elders of her recent transformation. Some of their pack elders were nearly pushing 400, they really needed to elect some younger leaders –well, as young as an elder could be at least.

Honestly speaking, Enid really didn’t want everyone to know she wolfed-out already. However, she was 100% sure her mother already spread the news to the entire pack on her behalf anyway.

The blonde teenager wasn’t quite ready to realize and accept that her pack might actually accept her now. These people barely gave her a second glance back when they realized she was a late bloomer and might never transform. 

Unfortunately, Enid doesn’t really have a choice. Her uncle was the current alpha of the pack, and he sadly shares most of her mothers views when it comes to wolf culture. 

Just what would it take for a newly transformed teenage werewolf to catch a break? 

“Enid, let’s go. Uncle Torin is waiting for you at the pack house.” Fallon knocked on her door and interrupted her thoughts. 

“Do I really have to go?” She asks, already knowing the answer by looking at the way her brother raises an eyebrow at her. “Fine, let’s just get this over with.”

“It won’t be that bad you know, they just need to register your transformation and make you go through a couple tests to determine if you have any characteristics of being an alpha, or beta, or something.” 

Rolling her eyes at the thought of her ever becoming a special wolf, Enid replied, “Honestly Fallon, there’s no chance in hell of that happening.”

“Which is why it’ll be over in no time, so come on.” Fallon beckoned her out, before leading the way to his car. 

Okay Enid, deep breaths. Let’s get this over with.

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Upon entering the pack house, the wolves lingering near the entrance hall couldn’t help but sniff the air and glance towards the Sinclair siblings' way. Enid didn’t notice because she was too busy talking to herself and trying to chill out, but Fallon certainly did. 

He knew there was something different about Enid’s scent, and it wasn’t just because she transformed. It smells almost like an entire forest, or even a mountain. It was weird in a way that no other wolf their age smells anything remotely similar, yet, it still somehow seemed familiar. 

Seeing, and then smelling their uncle entering made Fallon almost gasp aloud. Enid smelled like their uncle, their uncle who was the Alpha. 

Holy Shit, Enid smells like an alpha.

“Enid! There you are, your mother told me the wonderful news! I knew no one with our blood would be a disappointment.” Did being an asshole run in the family or was it just her mom’s side? The blonde teenager couldn’t help but pray to the deities that she wouldn’t grow up to be a judgemental bitch too.

“Uncle Torin, it’s nice to see you too.” No, it’s not.

Torin smiled at her, oblivious to the sarcasm as he always was, and patted her roughly on the back. Once upon a time, a pat like that would have caused Enid to end up on the floor, but now she barely moved an inch. 

Who knew finally transforming into a supernatural creature would do wonders for her strength? She was already stronger than humans before she wolfed out, but now she could probably crash straight through a wall and barely feel a thing. 

Fallon widened his eyes in surprise, and even Torin couldn’t help but be taken aback. All the newly transformed werewolves received an “Alpha pat to the back” because their uncle thought it was welcoming, but they usually fell forwards at the force, which is why it also served as a reminder of the Alpha’s strength. 

The fact that Enid could withstand such force, further proved the older sibling’s theory that his little sister had the qualities to become an alpha. He just didn’t know if this was going to be a good thing, knowing that their cousin was a bitter fool who thought he would be the next alpha of the pack despite knowing he didn’t have the necessary attributes. 

Speak of the devil and he shall appear

“Cousin! You finally graced us with your presence at last!” Melvin Hundt was a broad-shouldered, black-haired, slightly handsome teenager who Enid was unfortunately related to. 

“Melvin, still annoying as ever, I see.” Enid hid her hands behind her back, fearing her nails would suddenly turn into claws, and as satisfying as clawing her cousin's face out would be, she knew there would be consequences and she didn’t really want to babysit all the newborns. Baby werewolves had way too much energy. 

Baby werewolves would probably be Wednesday’s worst nightmare, energetic puppies who love cuddling and making cute, tiny noises. The blonde couldn’t help the smile that grew on her face at the thought.

Unknown to Enid, she was unconsciously releasing out pheromones causing nearby unmated werewolves to glance at her in question, surprise, and wonder. 

This included Fallon and Melvin who were shocked at the intensity and power of the pheromones leaking out of the blonde teenager. Mating pheromones don’t work on relatives, but that doesn’t mean they couldn’t smell it as well. 

Melvin frowned in both annoyance and anger upon smelling the pheromones Enid was releasing. How did his runt of a cousin have such a strong scent? Something was not right, there has to be a mistake.

Even though Torin was already mated, he was still the Alpha, so he could smell the pheromones of his niece as well. And he was certainly surprised at the intensity. His niece was turning out to be more powerful than he originally thought, and it seemed that Enid needed a mate that could match her. 

“Well, let’s get the registration and tests done! I heard your mother was setting up a little get together and invited all the wolves in the pack your age!” 

“Yay, I can’t wait.” 

Someone needs to send Enid help, she has no idea how she was going to survive this summer.

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Deep inside the Addams family mansion was Wednesday’s room, and she was currently typing away on her typewriter. Well, she was, until Thing decided to disturb her. 

“No, Thing. I do not miss Enid.” 

Thing does some hand signals in reply.

“I'm not lying, it has barely been 24 hours since we last saw each other. To suggest that I miss her already is a preposterous idea.” 

“While it’s true that I am now in possession of a cell phone, it does not mean that I have to use it, especially to communicate with Enid.”

“What do you mean I keep thinking about her?”

“Just because I keep staring at her parting gift of yet another snood, does not mean that I am thinking about her.”

“Yes I do keep getting random chills from time to time, but what does that have to do with anything?”  

“Spidey-sense? What on earth is that?”

“Who is Spiderman?” 

“I do not have Enid specific spider senses!” 

“Thing, you are insinuating that I get tingly every time I feel Enid thinks about me? That’s absurd.”

“Again, even if I did want to text Enid, I don't have her number, so I am unable to do so.”

“Get her number from Pugsley? Why does my brother have Enid’s number and since when have they been talking?”

“They talk about me? How dare he communicate with my friends without my knowledge.”

Wednesday could not believe that Pugsley not only had Enid’s number, but he was also in constant contact with her. 

It was time for her to interrogate her brother, and if she were able to get her roommate’s number after the ordeal then it would be fitting that she would use it to communicate with her b-best friend.

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Enid never thought she of all people would ever think that something is “too colorful” yet, here she is gazing at her backyard, wondering what on earth her mother was thinking with the decoration she chose. 

Nevermind the decoration, that was the least of her worries. Dozens of adolescent werewolves were scattered around, releasing pheromones and stinking up what was supposed to be her territory.

“Fallon, do I really have to be here?” The blonde teenager couldn’t help but whine to her big brother. “You and I both know this is ridiculous.”

“Just let mom have this one, and after I’ll do everything I can to prevent her from doing another one again.” Fallon replied, “Though, do you think there’s a chance you’ll find any potential matches?”

“I don’t think my wolf likes the way these people are stinking up the place.” Enid wrinkled her nose in disgust, “Do pheromones always smell this horrible?”

“Only when they’re not meant for you. You smell familiar and comforting to me, but most of the other teenagers here smell like acid.” 

Sometimes, Enid really hated their enhanced sense of smell. It made moments like these just a little bit more unbearable. 

“Enid! Honey, there you are. Why don’t you go ahead and mingle, make sure you find yourself a nice strong wolf to protect you.” Esther opened her arms to pull Enid into a hug and gave her a nudge to start talking with the guests.

Fallon snorted at the idea that Enid would need a strong wolf, let alone need someone to protect her. With the way things were turning out, his sister could probably rip anyone here to shreds and not even break a sweat. 

“Will do Mom, I’m literally so excited.” Not even close.

Oh how she wishes Wednesday was here. A single glance at her homicidal best friend and all of these teenage wolves would start running for the hills. 

As the blonde thought about her roommate, she again failed to notice the pheromones she was unconsciously releasing, something the unmated werewolves surrounding her took as a signal that she was calling out for a potential mate. 

A pretty redhead who was talking to Melvin got distracted by Enid’s scent, causing her to turn to the blonde and unknowingly ignoring the Alpha’s son, something he definitely did not like. Why was his stupid cousin messing up his entire life? He liked her better when she was a disappointment of a werewolf and couldn’t shift. 

“When did your cousin become so strong and powerful?” Kiara Louvel was a conventionally attractive redhead who was the most desirable prospect to be a mate within the young members of the pack.

“No clue, but I’m sure it’s just a fluke. One of her Lycanologists probably gave her an illegal drug or something to make her this strong.”  The jealousy in Melvin’s voice was hard to conceal, but Kiara barely paid him any mind.

Almost unconsciously, Kiara found herself drawn to the newly transformed werewolf. There was just something about her that felt strong and reliable, qualities of a good potential mate. She was intrigued, and she was never one to deny herself of indulging in her curiosities. 

“Hey Enid, it’s nice to see you again. How have you been? How’s your fancy boarding school?” The redhead couldn’t help but smile softly at the blonde, her wolf was telling her that Enid would be a good match for her.

Enid had no idea why Kiara Louvel was talking to her. Last she remembered, her mother told her that Kiara and Melvin were in the process of starting a courtship and they were most likely going to be mates. A glance towards her cousin confirmed her thoughts by the way he was glaring at her. 

Ever since she came back home, Enid has had trouble trying to keep her positive attitude up, it was like being around her pack was sucking all the energy out of her. She was so missing her friends right now.

“Kiara, hi! I’m doing good, finally transformed, so there’s that. And Nevermore is amazing, I can’t wait to go back.” 

“Well, hopefully you’ll enjoy being home for a while. We missed you around here.” Now Enid knows Kiara is lying, the redhead barely spared her a second glance when they were growing up. Her and Melvin always used to make fun of her any chance they got.

“I did miss the place, especially the lake.” The blonde tried her hardest to stay polite and keep the conversation going even though she had way more important matters to think about. 

“We should visit the lake together then! Maybe I can even convince you to stay?” Kiara winked, which Enid, admittedly found objectively attractive. 

“Yeah, sure, that’d be great.”

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Footsteps echoed through the air as Wednesday circled a tied up Pugsley in the center of the room. After being informed by Thing that her brother not only had Enid’s number but that he was also in constant contact with the werewolf. 

“Do you know why you’re tied up?” She asked her brother.

“Because I have Enid’s number and you don’t?” Pugsley innocently answered, tilting his head.

Wednesday frowned, wondering why she was affected by the fact that her brother had her roommate’s number while she didn’t. Not that she would ever admit that to anyone. 

“I was unaware that you were even acquainted with each other.” The Addams’ daughter had no idea when and how two of the people she somewhat cared about met.

Pugsley knew his big sister wasn’t good with emotions, but he had his suspicions. He just needed more evidence to confirm what he suspects before he tells anyone. 

“It was when we visited during family day. We bumped into each other near the buffet table, and Enid asked me if I had a phone, so we exchanged numbers.” 

“And just what do you two talk about? I doubt you have any common interests.” Wednesday really wanted to know the topic of Pugsley and Enid’s conversations.

“Well, you.” Pugsley shrugged like it was obvious. “She asks me for advice on how to live with Wednesday Addams and sometimes I translate for her.”

“Translate? What on earth do you have to translate?” The younger Addams was reluctant to admit this to his older sister, but since he was currently tied up, he didn’t have much choice.

“Not exactly translate, but interpret your… you know…” Pugsley trailed off.

“My what?” 

“You kinda have your own language sis, and Enid sometimes asks me to clarify some stuff when she’s unsure about what you really mean” 

Wednesday should be mad, but to be perfectly honest she instead felt slightly happy that her roommate would go through such lengths to better understand her. Unlike most people she has met who all thought that they could melt her, Enid readily accepted that, that was just the way she is. 

“Fine, you're off the hook this time, but I expect you to give me Enid’s number at once.” 

Nodding in reply, Pugsley agreed and immediately got out his phone as soon as Wednesday untied him. “Open your phone, I’ll airdrop her contact to you.”

“...What is Airdrop?”

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Unknown Number: Enid? This is Wednesday. I got your contact number from Pugsley. 

Feeling a buzz from her phone, Enid glanced at her screen and was shocked at the fact that Wednesday Addams was actually texting her. 

She couldn’t help the huge smile that appeared on her face, she never in a million years thought that her roommate would get a phone. She honestly expected them to communicate through letters during the break.

Enid: WEDNESDAY OMG!!! <3

Enid: im so happy you got a phone :))

Enid: i miss you so much :(( 

Wednesday: I feel the same way as well.

Enid: only you would text using proper grammar lmao 

Wednesday: Of course, it would be an insult to all the authors of the world if I were to fail at punctuation and grammar. 

Wednesday: When were you going to inform me of your acquaintanceship with my brother?

Enid: idk what ur talking about… 

Wednesday: Your ability to dodge questions has not improved in the slightest.

Enid: ily2 wednesday ^_^

Did Enid seriously just text Wednesday an i love you?! Granted it was text speech, but she wasn’t quite sure if her roommate knew what text speech is. Before she could try and type out a follow up message she was interrupted by her mother. 

“Enid, there you are dear. Kiara has been looking for you!” 

Mother dear can you not tell that I was avoiding her for a reason? I do not want to get in the way of anything Melvin related. 

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Enid: ily2 wednesday ^_^

Wednesday kept staring at the message Enid had sent her. Pugsley had informed her of its meaning and now her heart has started to deviate away from her normal heartbeat. 

Just before she could type out a response, or at least attempt to, Enid messaged her again informing her that she needs to go.

Enid: i gtg wednesday

Enid: mom is setting me up with “potential mates”

Enid: lowkey wish u were here to scare them off :(( 

The thought of Enid meeting with potential mates made Wednesday feel terrible, and not the good kind of terrible either. She was used to the thrilling of dread shaking her bones being an enjoyable feeling, but this time she just feels cold.

“Thing, maybe we should take Enid up on her offer of visiting San Francisco. I’m not quite sure I trust her packmates to behave themselves.” 

Standing at attention, Thing gave an enthusiastic thumbs up at the thought of visiting her favorite person outside of the Addams family. 

San Francisco was definitely not ready for Wednesday Addams.

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A couple weeks have passed since she first arrived back home and Enid has spent most of the break alternating between hanging out with her brother and texting her friends. 

Texting Wednesday in particular was alway fun, her roommate was so adorably clueless when it comes to abbreviations and emojis. Enid felt giddy every time the psychic replied to her, especially knowing how much her best friend hates anything tech related.

Let it be known that she also feels incredibly smug and special at the fact that Wednesday was only replying to her. According to her friends anyway, they all somehow found out the psychic’s number and sent her texts so the Addam’s daughter would have their numbers as well.  

If there was one recent development in her routine it would be that lately she has been spending time with Kiara. The redhead had admittedly grown on her as time passed, despite the fact that her cousin has tried multiple times to keep them separated. 

In fact, Kiara and her were hanging out right now. They were at the lake again, near the twin boulders which is kind of becoming their spot now considering the amount of times they’ve hung out there. 

“Wait, so you’re telling me that your date turned himself into stone?” Kiara was genuinely enjoying spending time with Enid, she was funny, attentive, and just downright adorable in every sense of the word.

“Yup! I was furious when it happened, but looking back now it’s just so funny.” Enid turned towards the other girl and smiled with her eyes twinkling. How can Kiara not start liking the blonde when it was just so easy to? 

“Nevermore sounds amazing, now I’m kinda wishing I went there too.” Let’s be honest, the redhead only wants to go to Nevermore so she can spend some more time with Enid.

“I think you can still transfer! Though, I don’t know who the new principal is going to be so maybe they’ll have different processes for transferring.” Enid liked spending time with Kiara, but that didn’t mean she knew about the other werewolves intentions.

The redhead smiled and leaned in closer to the other girl, her wolf was purring at their closeness. “Maybe we can even be roommates?” Kiara asked hopefully. 

“Oh, I already have a room–”

“Unfortunately for you, that particular spot has already been filled.” 

Enid couldn’t believe her eyes, was Wednesday really in front of her? She had to be dreaming, right? Is this why she hasn’t received a reply for her messages yet?

“I do hope I’m interrupting something.” The psychic deadpanned, stoic face staring at Kiara with perfectly concealed distaste.

“You actually are–” 

“Wednesday!” Enid finally realized that her best friend was in fact right in front of her and not a figment of her imagination and finally got up to rush towards the shorter girl.

Stopping at arm's length, the blonde opened her arms up to ask for permission and with a slight nod she squealed in delight before pulling Wednesday into a bone crushing hug.

“How are you here? Why are you here? When did you even get here?” A barrage of questions slipped through the energized blonde’s lip all while roaming her eyes all over Wednesday’s form still in disbelief. 

“I got tired of my mother and father’s constant display of affection, and with Pugsley still not finished with his schooling I only had Thing to keep me company. So informed my family of my intentions to take you up on your offer of visiting.” 

“So… you missed me?” Enid could not keep the huge grin off her face. Wednesday was here in San Francisco. She felt so happy.

“Thing missed you, yes.” The blonde raised an eyebrow with a pointed look.

“Stop pushing for answers to questions you already know the answer to.” Wednesday longed to wipe the smug grin off of the werewolf’s face

Kiara was burning in fury at the fact that this gothic weirdo came out of nowhere and interrupted her time with Enid. Not only that, but the blonde’s attention hasn’t shifted to her since the bitch got here!

“Enid, who is this?” Kiara asked through gritted teeth. The redhead couldn’t handle being ignored for a second longer so she finally decided to interrupt seeing as the blonde had no intention of letting the gothic bitch go. 

Finally realizing that she’s been ignoring Kiara the second Wednesday appeared, Enid felt a little guilty so she rushed to introduce the two girls to each other. 

“Wednesday, this is my friend Kiara Louvel. Kiara, this is my best friend and roommate Wednesday Addams.” Enid smiled widely at the two of them, looking like an adorable puppy causing both girls’ hearts to skip a beat. Not that the psychic would ever admit that.

“Nice to meet you.” The least Kiara could do was play nice, now that she knew this bitch was Enid’s best friend. Though she has to admit being introduced as a friend hurts. No matter, Girlfriend is better than best friend so she’ll win in the end. 

“I wish I could say the feeling was mutual.” Wednesday could care less about the redheaded werewolf. She was here for Enid, and Enid alone. 

Enid smiled at the typical reply coming from the Addams’ daughter. She really missed hearing the dry tone of her best friend in person.

“Where are your bags? How did you even know where I lived?” 

“My bags are currently at your place, I asked Thing to guard them while I seeked you out. And as for how I found your place of residence, Pugsley has taught me about location sharing on our phones.” 

The blonde lit up at the knowledge that Thing was here as well. “That’s great! Let’s go get you settled in, you can sleep in the guest room but you can also sleep with me!”  

“I would like to stay with you for a sense of familiarity.” Wednesday would never admit she just wanted to be near the blonde at all times. 

Enid simply squealed in reply and pressed as close as possible to the psychic to guide her back towards her house. 

“Sorry Kiara, I have to cut our hangout short. I’ll make it up to you, swear!” The blonde felt bad that she was practically abandoning her friend, but Wednesday was here, how could she not spend time with her best friend.

“It’s fine Enid, we can reschedule. Have fun with your roommate.” Kiara felt anything but fine, why did this Wednesday bitch have to come and just how long was she staying. 

The redhead suddenly felt a chill run through her bones so glanced around to find the source before locking eyes with Wednesday who was staring at her like she was planning murder. 

This made the werewolf furious and barely stopped herself from growling out loud in fear of Enid overhearing. Breathing in to calm herself, Kiara smelled the blonde’s pheromones in full force. They were so strong that the entire lake and forest surrounding it reeked of Enid’s scent. 

Enid Sinclair was getting more and more powerful and Kiara was damned if she was going to let a human get in the way of her becoming the mate of someone who was likely to be the next alpha of the pack.

Game on, Wednesday Addams.

Unfortunately for Kiara, she had no idea that the biggest mistake one could make is challenging Wednesday Addams. Especially when it comes in between her and her wolf.

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Enid is still in disbelief at the fact that Wednesday was here with her in San Francisco. Never in a million years did she ever think that her roommate would ever take her up on her offer of visiting her during the break, yet here she was.

Her wolf was practically vibrating in excitement at having her best friend in close proximity again. 

Everything about the psychic brought comfort to the blonde, from the familiar scent that burned through her nose and all the way to the steady heartbeat that she often used as a lullaby to sleep on restless nights. 

The werewolf couldn’t help the soft smile that grew on her lips as she spared her roommate glances while on the way to the blonde’s home. 

“I’m really glad you’re here Wednesday.” She really was, there were still so many questions swirling around her head, and she knew only her best friend could help her find the answers to them.

Lips twitching upward as the psychic fought to remain stoic, both of them knew it was a fruitless attempt. Enid is perfectly aware of all of Wednesday's little quirks.

“I feel the same way.” 

The blonde’s smile grew a little bigger at the fact that Wednesday willingly admitted what she was feeling. A privilege not many get to witness, a privilege she treasures and longs to experience more of. 

Finally arriving at the Sinclair’s household, Wednesday allowed herself to take in the place where her roommate grew up. Noting the tiny imperfections that only a well-lived house would have, she could imagine the stories behind every scratch and dent.

“Thing! I missed you so much!” Enid practically ran full force at the hand guarding the small mountain of black luggage resting on her front porch. 

The disembodied hand sprung up in excitement at reuniting with his favorite person outside of the Addams family. Thing has missed the manis and hand massages the blond werewolf spoiled him with.

Through a series of hand gestures and sign language, Thing shared his excitement.

“Oh buddy, I miss doing all those things with you too.” 

“She has? I’m so happy she’s treating you better!” 

“She missed me so much? I missed her too.”

“Wednesday kept the snood I gave her close to her at all times?” 

Upon finding out that new piece of information, Enid spared a glance at her roommate only to see her glaring at the disembodied hand, looking like she was a sign away from committing murder. 

“I think that’s enough Thing, you can tell me more when it’s just the two of us.” said Enid, sending a cheeky wink to her fuming best friend.

“I will smother you in your sleep.” came Wednesday’s biting reply, though the lack of actual bite was noticed by all three of them. 

“Whatever you say Wednesday!” Another beaming smile was directed at the psychic causing her heart to skip a beat or two. She prayed Enid’s newly enhanced hearing didn’t pick up on it. 

She definitely did.

Smiling to herself, Enid bent down and grabbed most of the luggage Wednesday brought with her. Unknowingly showing off her newfound strength, and no, the Addams’ daughter definitely did not swoon.

She could strangle me with two fingers. 

“Well, here’s my room!” The two best friends arrive at Enid’s room, and to be perfectly honest, it wasn’t as colorful as Wednesday thought it would be.

“Your side of the dorm is more colorful than your room.” The psychic shared her observation, noting that while there were splashes of color, most of the room was bare.

Enid put the bags down and closed the door before replying. “Yeah, my mom doesn’t really like my obsession with all things colorful so she takes down my decorations whenever I leave for Nevermore, so I just stopped hanging them back up.”

“I have some unkind words to say to your mother.” Wednesday frowned, Enid deserved so much better than her sorry excuse of a mother. 

“You and me both.” The blonde mumbled back, but seemed to brush it off in favor of focusing on much happier thoughts. Like sharing a room with the psychic once again.

Both of the roommates' eyes settled towards the brightly colored bedding in unison. 

“Oh, Right! I bought some black bed sheets last week ‘cause I was kinda hoping you’d visit, but I wasn’t sure you would, so I thought I’d be prepared just in case.” Enid headed for her closet in order to rummage for the bedding she bought.

“No need.” Wednesday interrupted her search, “Thing.” A nod towards the hand.

The werewolf was confused, was Wednesday going to sleep on colored sheets? What about her allergy?

Enid was concerned but before she could voice them out, she saw the garment that Thing brought out and gasped out loud.

“I figured you would choose to be chivalrous and offer to sleep on black sheets but I wanted you to be comfortable as well, so I made these.”

Wednesday had fashioned together a set of bedding that was half rainbow vomit and half pitch black. It was beautiful, and it reminded Enid of their dorm room. 

“Wednesday…” Not often was Enid speechless but the psychic seemed to make her feel different than anyone else. 

The touching moment was unfortunately interrupted by the slamming open of the front door. “Enid! Come help me with the groceries!”

Glancing at each other in a silent agreement to continue the conversation later, the pair of roommates headed downstairs. 

“There’s more in the truck–” Fallon failed to continue what he was saying as he caught sight of Wednesday. 

“Ummm… Enid?” Gesturing towards the short girl that was practically glued to the blonde’s side.

“Fallon, this is Wednesday. Wednesday, this is my brother Fallon.” The younger werewolf beamed as she introduced two of the most important people in her life. 

“Pleasure to make your acquaintance.” The psychic nodded in greeting, noticeably not stepping forward to initiate contact. 

The older Sinclair’s eyebrows flew up in realization. So this was Wednesday, aka the person his sister saved, aka the reason why Enid finally transformed. 

Interesting .

“Nice to finally meet you Wednesday.” Fallon was aware of the psychic’s aversion to touch so he wasn’t really bothered by her obvious discomfort. 

“Heard you were the reason my sister has some killer scars.” Enid’s eyes widened in alarm, why the fuck would her brother bring that up the second they meet? Before she could scramble for an excuse, Wednesday already replied. 

“Reason? Yes. Cause? No.” The Addams’ daughter tilted her head and glanced at the mentioned scars before softly adding. “They’re quite gorgeous aren’t they? A reminder of Enid’s bravery.” 

The blonde couldn’t help the blush rushing through her entire body, and glancing at her brother’s shocked expression wasn’t helping.

“You sure are a passionate one.” Either Fallon was interpreting things wrong, or there was definitely something going on between his sister and her roommate.

And they were roommate was right.

“Fallon, hurry up with the groceries before it starts to rain.” Murray’s voice was heard from outside, causing the trio to headout and bring the remaining groceries inside.

Enid guided Wednesday to greet her father, “Dad, you remember my roommate Wednesday.”

Murray glanced down at the psychic, seemingly unbothered with her presence. “Yes, hello Wednesday. I assume you’ll be staying with us for a while?” 

“For as long as Enid would tolerate me.” The Addams’ daughter nodded.

“Forever, then?” The blonde replied, half-joking, but the thought of being in Wednesday’s life forever was an exciting thought that made her wolf howl in happiness, spreading her pheromones through the air. 

The father and son shared a glance to confirm they both smelled the pheromones Enid was releasing. Fallon was now almost certain that there was definitely something going on. 

How the hell did his sister find a mate before him?

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The two girls were currently in the blonde’s bedroom, getting ready for bed. Dinner was an uneventful-eventful event. 

Enid spent the entirety of dinner smiling like a fool in Wednesday’s direction, all while said girl was trying her best to ignore her roommate. The men shared knowing glances towards each other throughout the meal, each forming their own hypothesis.

“I have yet to see your mother, is she not here?” Wednesday asked Enid. 

The blonde glanced up from fixing up the bedsheets the psychic made for them and replied, “She accompanied my uncle to a meeting with our allied packs.”

She would never admit it out loud, but Enid was secretly happy her mother wasn’t home to welcome Wednesday in order for her best friend to get used her house before getting the Esther Sinclair treatment. 

“Your uncle is the Alpha, correct?” The psychic was surprised when she found out Enid was part of a long line of alphas when they first met considering the girl was a late bloomer, but upon witnessing her first transformation she finnally understood. 

Wednesday tried searching for information in her family library about blood moons and their correlation with werewolves but she failed to find much about the subject at hand. Maybe Enid’s pack library had some more useful sources they could check out.

One thing was for sure though, the blonde was an anomaly and Enid was right in her suspicions that something else was going on. 

The werewolf has texted her every night about the urge to transform which is abnormal in itself since wolves rarely turned during nights with no full moon unless in absolute danger or if they were feeling some strong emotions.

Fortunately, Wednesday was here to help Enid figure everything out. She did love a good mystery, and admittedly spending more time with the blonde was a positive consequence of the new adventure in store for them. 

“Yup, the strongest Hundt alpha in a very long time. Kind of the reason why my cousin Melvin is so bitter. I would feel bad for him, but he’s an asshole.” Enid could understand the circumstances that lead to her cousin being the way he is, but she would never accept his cruelty. 

“If not your cousin, then who would be the next in line to be Alpha?” Wednesday had her suspicions and deep down she knew that Enid did too, the blonde was just most likely trying to deny it.

The werewolf paused and frowned in thought, “We don’t know yet, no one from our generation has shown signs of being an alpha yet.” 

“We both know that’s not true, Enid.” 

“I know.” The blonde breathed out, “But I don’t know want to think about the possibility yet.”

“All signs are pointing towards you, and with the added questions surrounding your relationship with the blood moon, we can only assume that there might be more than just being an alpha in your future.”

“I’m scared, Wednesday.” Enid turned towards her roommate. “This was never meant to happen to someone like me, I was just supposed to be the pack reject, a lone wolf.”

“You’re wrong. You were always meant to be magnificent. With or without wolfing out.” 

“How would you know?”

Wednesday moved forward, closing the distance between them and answered. “Because I know you, and I’m always right.”

“Well, you did think Xavier and the town therapist were behind the killings for a hot minute…” 

“Silence. We agreed to never mention that moment of weakness ever again.” Enid caught herself smiling involuntarily at her best friend’s cuteness. Not that she’ll ever tell Wednesday that, she’s be murdered where she stands in an instant.

“Enough about these matters for now.” Wednesday headed for her toiletries and towel. “We’ll figure it out tomorrow.” 

“What if we can’t” The werewolf couldn’t help but worry, what if they can’t find out what was going on with her.

“You and I have already managed to do the impossible. What’s one more?” 

Enid couldn’t argue with that. Wednesday was right, this was a problem for the them of tomorrow. So she just focuses on getting ready for bed while the other girl showers. 

After a few minutes, Wednesday comes out of the bathroom dressed in her favorite black pajamas while drying her hair with a towel. The blonde secretly love moments like this when her roommate would be dressed down.

At the beginning, the psychic never let the werewolf see her in any state less than perfect. Always the first to wake up to get ready in advance, and last to fall asleep, waiting for her to fall asleep before changing for bed. 

Enid loves the fact that Wednesday was now comfortrable enough around her to let her hair down. 

“Can I brush your hair out?” The Addams’ daughter stared at her best friend in quiet contemplation. 

“Just this once.” 

The blonde let out a happy squeal, rushing to grab the offered black brush, and ushering the shorter girl to sit in front of her. 

Whatever the future has in store for her doesn’t matter anymore, not as long as she has Wednesday on her side. 

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Wednesday allowed herself to close her eyes as Enid brushed her hair out, she secretly enjoyed the gentle caress of the blonde’s fingers as they accidentally brush against her skin. 

She never thought that it would be possible for her to trust someone enough to turn her back to them and touch her. Enid has crossed almost every boundary she has ever created, and the scary part was Wednesday willingly let her.

There was just something about the way the werewolf stared at her that made it impossible for her to say no. The blonde has never forced her to do anything she didn’t want to. 

Enid asked her to do things, yes, but she understood and accepted if she ever refused. Most people never understood her boundaries, but Enid always did.

“Can I braid your hair too?” 

Turning around to face her roommate, Wednesday replied with a, “No.”

“Oh, sorry I ask–” Enid started to apologize, thinking the psychic has finally had enough of indulging her requests for one day when she was interrupted.

“–I  have a preferred way of braiding my hair that you don’t know how to do yet. You can, however, watch me for next time.”

The blonde perked up, Wednesday wasn’t rejecting her and she even implied there could be a next time. 

Enid could get used to this.

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A distressed figure could be seen pacing back and fourth across the pack house’s lounge. They kept glancing from the front door towards the clock, clearly impatient about something.

Finally, the door to the pack house was opened and the pack elders could be seen entering. The figure made a beeline to pair leading the group inside. 

“Alpha Torin, Esther.” The figure bowed towards the duo in order to show their respects.

“Kiara, dear, what are you doing here so late?” Torin asked, it was unlikely of the younnger wolves to hang around the pack this late at night.  

The younger wolf bit her lip in distress and replied, “I needed to talk with Esther.”

“Why? Are you okay? Did something happen?” Esther asked in concern.

“I-i think Enid is my mate.” Kiara bowed her head, and fiddled with her fingers in shyness. It was bold of her to tell anyone about what she and her wolf felt, let alone the mother of the subject of her affections. 

“Enid?” The older wolf’s eyes widened in surprise, and then delight. “That’s great dear! I think the two of you will make a fine pair!” 

Torin was surprised at the young wolf’s admission, nevertheless he also felt delighted that two strong wolves are going to be a fated pair. 

He couldn’t get ahead of himself though, unless there’s confirmation from both sides, there could still be a chance that they weren’t meant to be.

Part of him hoped Kiara was wrong if only to spare his son, Melvin’s feelings. But if her suspicions were right, then he was afraid this would only further the strain on the cousins relationship.

“Are you sure? This is too important of a matter to joke about.” Torin asked seriously. 

“I feel it.” Kiara urges, “My wolf always gets excited every time I’m around Enid, and I can smell her pheromones too! Her scent seems to get stronger the longer we spend time together.” 

“Oh, this is such wonderful news! I always knew you were destined to be a part of our family.” Esther beamed at who could be her future daughter-in-law. Her daughter was turning out to be a fine wolf, finally transforming and choosing a nice, strong mate. 

The redhead beamed back but suddenly frowned when she remembered the reason she was here in the first place. “Except…”

“Except, what?” 

“Enid’s best friend is in town, and it seems like she doesn’t really like me much. I’m worried she’ll influence Enid in some way.”

Esther was shocked, she didn’t know a friend of Enid’s was going to be visiting, and she voiced out as such. 

“Neither did Enid apparently, she just appeared out of nowhere!” Kiara was still feeling angry at the fact that upon Wednesday’s arrival, Enid ditched her without a second thought.

“No matter. I’m sure you can handle a best friend. Worst case scenario is Enid chooses one or the other, and surely my daughter is smart enough to choose her rightful mate over someone else.”

“Really?” Kiara asked meekly, she too was sure of the fact that Enid would without a doubt choose her mate, but it wouldn’t hurt to get on her future mother-in-laws good side.

Esther nodded in reassurance, “Of course, dear. Now, why don’t you head to bed and get some rest. Come around our place in the morning for breakfast. I’m sure Enid would be happy to see you.” 

“Will do, Esther. Thank you for the help! Good night, Alpha Torin.” The young wolf smiled and waved goodbye before heading home in much better spirits. 

Wednesday Addams won’t know what’s coming.

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Unknown to them, Melvin overheard the entire conversation. Why did his stupid cousin have to come back and ruin his life. He won’t stand for this, Enid is going to pay for taking away everything that was supposed to be his. 

His father won’t admit it, but he knew that the elders were all talking about how Enid would most likely be the next alpha of the pack. And now she’s getting the girl too? 

He won’t just sit back and watch his cousin get everything he deserved, no. It’s time for him to show everyone that he’s better than Enid, better than anyone else even!

Watch your back Enid, your scars might just get some more friends. 

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The sun was streaming down through the gap between Enid’s curtains causing her to wake up. Still disoriented, she cuddled closer to the warmth between her arms, breathing in the comforting scent of death– her eyes flew open in shock. 

Holy Shit.

She and Wednesday were cuddling, Wednesday Addams was snuggling on her chest .

After the shock wore off and their situation sunk in, Enid relaxed and soaked in the moment. Wednesday would most probably kill her as soon as she woke, but she’ll deal with the consequences later.

Actually, now that she thought about it. Her roommate usually rose with the sun and was ready before the blonde gathered up the energy to leave her bed, so the fact that the psychic was still peacefully asleep meant something.

The werewolf was snapped out of her thoughts by Thing catching her attention and signing something to her.

“What? Wednesday hasn’t been sleeping lately, and not by choice? That’s weird, do you know why?”

“It started the first night of break? That’s a couple weeks of not sleeping.”

The girl in her arms stirred and whispered out an interruption, “If you continue telling Enid of my private matters Thing, you’ll go back to the manor missing a finger.”

The blonde smiled, that was basically Addams’ speech for admittance. “So Wednesday… You seem pretty comfortable–”

“Speak of this to anyone and they will never find your body.” The psychic opened her eyes and threatened her smug looking roommate, oh to get that stupid attractive smirk off of Enid’s face.

“Whatever you say, bestie.” 

Wednesday was never going to admit to Enid that the reason why she was unable to get any rest lately was because she had missed the blonde’s presence and it was causing her to feel off in her room, the room she grew up in and spent her entire life occupying. 

Before the werewolf could say something, she was interrupted by her mother shouting that breakfast was ready. 

“Breakfast is ready, Enid, I know your friend is here so be a good host and feed her.” Esther knocked on the blonde’s door and called for them.

“Don’t kill my mom please, the pack still needs her.” The taller girl reminded her best friend.

Wednesday stared at Enid in hopes that her roommate would change her mind about the restrictions killing her mother, but alas, she can never say no to those damn puppy eyes that were so ever disgusting. 

“Fine. But I noticed you saying that the pack needs her, implying that you don’t.” 

“That’s because I don’t.” Enid replied, “Not anymore.”

A moment of silence followed the werewolf’s admittance, not uncomfortable at all, mostly understanding actually. The psychic was thrilled that her roommate no longer chased the approval of her birthgiver. 

After the silence, the shared an unspoken conversation to head downstairs and face the music that is Esther Sinclair.

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Meanwhile, at the breakfast table. The three oldest Sinclairs’ were joined by Kiara, who was sitting right next to Enid’s usual spot in hopes that the blonde would sit beside her. 

“Kiara, dear, do you want more milk?” Esther asked, fussing around the redhead who was sure to be her daughter’s mate. 

The young wolf smiled politely and agreed at the kind gesture, internally feeling smug that her future mother-in-law was already taken with her. 

“Good morning.” Enid had finally arrived and greeted her family casually before sitting beside her brother at the opposite end to Kiara and pulling out a chair for Wednesday to sit next to her causing the redhead to mask her annoyance with a pained grimace which the psychic noticed and reveled in. 

“Good morning, darling. And this must be your roommate Wednesday? I was unaware that you were coming.” Her mother replied and tried to nonchalantly question the uninvited presence of Enid’s roommate.

Wednesday accepted the food her best friend was putting on her plate with a slight nod and replied to the expected questioning of Enid’s mother. “I found it fitting to surprise Enid instead of announcing my arrival, as payback for the wonderful surprise party she arranged for me.” 

Both girls ignored the fact that the said surprise party was both a disaster and a cause leading up to their first falling out after becoming friends. The other’s didn’t need to know that piece of information so they kept it between themselves. 

“You threw her a surprise party? You barely remember my birthday!” Fallon choked on his coffee in surprise. His sister had it bad.

“That’s because you don’t even remember my birthday. Besides, I actually like Wednesday.” Enid replied to her brother while sticking her tongue out, aware of the sudden  increase in her best friend’s heartbeat but choosing to ignore it for now.

“Speaking of birthdays, I’m expecting you at my party, Enid. It’s the week after the next full moon.” Kiara finally interjected herself into the conversation, masking any sort of annoyance and frustration on her face in order to give the blonde loving smile.

“Oh right! Of course, Kiara I wouldn’t miss it.” The blonde assured the redhead of her attendance, internally wondering if she could use the party as an excuse to finally go shopping with Wednesday.

Kiara was busy imagining the look on Enid’s face once she saw the dress she was planning on wearing for her birthday. She made sure to pick out a dress in the blonde’s favorite color in order to grab –and hopefully– keep her attention the entire night.

Esther took a discrete sniff and was delighted upon smelling the pheromones that both the young wolves were emitting. Kiara was right, Enid’s scent was getting more and more potent, and if they were all lucky, maybe the two would finally recognize and accept each other as mates at the night of the redhead’s birthday party.

“And speaking of the full moon, it’s coming up in a couple of days! I’m so excited to finally see your wolf form Enid, hopefully you’ll be just a size smaller than your brother. Though it wouldn’t matter if you were even smaller or weaker, the important thing is you finally shifted.”

The table went quiet and a tense atmosphere was forming around the occupants. Of fucking course Esther Sinclair would find a way to ruin a perfectly good morning.

“I’m in need of a new rug and I think I just found the perfect source–” Wednesday silently put her utensils down, picked up the butter knife within her reach, and slowly stood up from her chair.

“–THE THRIFT SHOP?! I agree, I think I saw this cute rug that would look perfect in our dorm room.” The blonde teenager gently placed her hand on the psychic's hand to lower it down before she could actually commit homicide. 

The roommates were in a stare-off before Wednesday reluctantly folded and sat back down to resume her meal. And though she looked unbothered, most of her focus was on Enid’s mother and the trespassing redhead. 

“For your information, Enid’s wolf is a perfectly adequate size. Based on my readings, I can even say she’s stronger than most wolves.” The psychic couldn't resist speaking her mind, though she refrained from saying the homicidal thoughts that were going through her head in respect of her best friend’s wishes.

“You don’t have to protect Enid, we’ve already predicted she would be the runt of the pack in the event that she ever did transform.” It seemed like Esther didn’t know how to read a room, if looks could kill she would already be dead 10 times over with intensity of Wednesday’s glaring.

The clueless mother continued her demeaning of her daughter, “I mean, if Enid was really as strong as you say she is, then why does she have such ugly scars? It’s clear her attacker must have been a far stronger wolf than she is.”

Fallon’s eyes almost fell out of his skull upon hearing what just came out of his mother’s mouth. She had always been cruel, but to call Enid’s scars ugly? She has gone way out of line this time.

“Mom, you can’t just say that–”

“–Enid didn’t fight another werewolf.” Wednesday was furious, how dare this woman call herself a mother!? “She fought a hyde, one of the most dangerous killers in the world. And she fought one alone, and won.”

“Darling, why didn’t you tell us you fought a hyde? We could’ve told the entire pack and tell them you’re stronger than we thought.”

Enid really couldn’t believe her mother right now, just when she thinks she couldn’t get any worse, Esther Sinclair proves her wrong. She stood up from her seat and tugged Wednesday close to her because as much as she would love setting her roommate lose on her mother, now was not the time.

“Seriously, mom? I don’t even know why I’m surprised.” The werewolf tugged the glaring psychic to follow her out, she didn’t want to be in her mother’s presence any longer.

Fallon could only watch as his sister left the house with her best friend. He was absolutely furious at his mother. How dare she? Enid finally transformed and yet their mother still didn’t think it was enough.

“Kiara, I think it’s best if you went home for now.” 

To make matters worse, their mother had to make a scene not just in front of Enid’s roommate, but her potential mate as well. Honestly, the thought of Kiara being his sister’s mate was pure bullshit. There was just no way that was possible, not when Enid looked at Wednesday like she was the only being in the world.

The redhead was slightly uncomfortable, but she understood where the Sinclair matriarch was coming from. Up until Enid’s transformation she was the pack joke, it was only recently that the blonde was showing signs of becoming an alpha. 

After Kiara excused herself and went home, Fallon turned to his mother and blew up in her face. “Mom, how could you say that to Enid? She finally transformed, isn’t that enough?!” 

“I’m just worried she’ll be weak! You know how it was like with her growing up!” Esther failed to see why her son was so mad at her for speaking the truth.

“Enid isn’t weak, can’t you smell her? She smells like a fucking alpha!” The older Sinclair sibling was shaking in anger, why was their mother so blind?

The Sinclair matriarch was surprised at hearing her daughter smelled like an alpha, “Enid? An alpha? I’m sure that’s just a fluke, son. She carries the gene, sure, but that’s it. There is no way she can ever be an alpha.”

“Then who will be? No one else from our generation has even shown the most basic signs! Not me, and certainly not Melvin.” 

“Enough, Fallon. Your sister can’t be the next alpha of this pack, she doesn’t have it in her.”

Fallon could do nothing but stare in disbelief, their mother was in complete and utter denial. He couldn’t deal with this anymore. And the fact that their father just sat their and watched it all unfold pissed him off even more.

He wouldn’t blame Enid if one day she just left and never came back.

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The pair of roommates left the Sinclair household and just walked around the pack territory as the blonde tried to calm herself down. Unfortunately, Wednesday’s cheering people up skills haven’t gotten any better since their first balcony session, so she was at a loss at what to do. 

Enid must have noticed the dilemma hidden beneath her eyes, so she softened and said. “It’s okay, you just being here helps plenty.” 

She raised a hand and opened it up in an invitation to hold hands despite knowing that Wednesday would most likely decline, but to her surprise and delight. Wednesday gently placed her hand onto hers and even intertwined them. 

The blonde gave a soft smile and squeezed the hand holding hers lightly. 

“I am still averse physical touch, however, it seems like you’re an excemption.” The psychic admitted out loud. She finds most people being close to her revolting, and yet Enid makes her feel like she was in a coffin, familiar and comfortable. 

“Did Wednesday Addams just admit to liking me?” Enid softly teased, internally squealing at her best friend’s admission. She felt like the luckiest person in the world to be liked by her.

“You’re slightly more bearable than everyone else on this godforsaken planet.” Which was basically a ‘yes’ in Wednesday terms so the werewolf felt happy.

Thing crawled out of the bushes and caught up with them, rushing to climb up the psychic's shoulder to report on his successful activities. 

“It’s done? Good. Your stealth is improving by leaps and bounds if you can manage to do your job in a werewolf’s house with detection.” Wednesday felt a subtle rush of pride at Thing’s capabilities. Thoroughly an Addams’ through and through.

“Wednesday? What did you do?” Enid squinted her eyes towards the gloating pair in suspicion, but found herself not really caring if they did manage to do something to her mother. 

“Don’t worry, we didn’t do anything that could kill her. Just enough to… cause a minor inconvenience.” The smile that formed on the psychic’s lips was horrifying, Enid thought it was the single most beautiful thing she has ever seen.

Wednesday almost blushed with the way her roommate was looking at her right now but she stopped herself in time. What was happening to her? Was she succumbing to the age old Addams’ curse? She didn’t have the time for this, not right now at least. Maybe when they go back to Nevermore she could allow herself to process the changes Enid Sinclair was bringing to her

“Now come, let’s do some investigating. I believe your pack library will have some useful information.” 

Thing stopped them from leaving immediately to point towards the bags he dragged with him. They were filled with items the pair might need while they were investigating, like pens and flashlights, and were those–

“Oh! Great call bringing us our snoods Thing!” Enid was delighted that they could continue their tradition of wearing matching snoods while out investigating. Hopefully this time Wednesday won’t need to use hers to save their lives. 

Not that Wednesday would ever allow harm to come to something Enid has gifted her, not again, and never again.

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The San Francisco Pack house was big, it was on par with Nevermore’s size which was a fit in itself because the latter was a school that housed hundreds of students year round. And because the pack house was so large, it comes to no surprise that the pack library would be vast as well.

“I never knew our library was this big.” Enid exclaimed, eyes wide in shock as she took in the numerous books lining the shelves.

“I take it you’ve never been here before?” Wednesday dryly remarks, not surprised that her roommate has never stepped foot inside the literary paradise. 

The blonde stared back and said in her defense, “Everything I need to know is on the internet! Why would I go through the trouble of leafing through books when I can just look them up in a snap?”

“Because, as you are about to find out. Not everything is on the internet. Supernatural creatures in particular are very secretive about their knowledge. Personal pack libraries like this are the only source of information for all things werewolves.”

Enid reluctantly conceded as her roommate made a very valid point. “You’re right, why would we willingly spread information that could kill us for other supernaturals and normies to find.”

Wednesday stared at the blonde in carefully concealed appreciation, she admired the blonde’s thinking in a sense that you should never make it easy for your enemies to defeat you.

“We’re gonna be here a while though.” Enid winced, scanning the titles on the shelf closest to her. “I think our ancestors just shoved the books in any spare space they could find, because these are definitely not sorted in any order whatsoever.”

The psychic’s distaste for her best friend’s family grew even more at that new piece of information. How utterly barbaric of them. Thankfully, her roommate was definitely more organized than her kin as can be observed by the blonde’s carefully color coded nail polish, as disgusting as it were to look at, Wednesday could appreciate the order.

“At least I’m stuck in this cold, boring place with you.” Enid declared, directing a soft look towards her roommate. The blonde could feel her pulse quicken and heart race as her eyes took in the psychic’s features. Was it just her or was Wednesday getting more and more attractive lately? Is this puberty hitting or something else?

The Addams’ daughter fought to control the blush her body was forcing to come out against her wishes. Curse the werewolf for saying such sappy and disgusting words to her, and curse the way her body reacts to said words. 

“Yes, well. Let’s not delay the inevitable any further and begin our search. Luckily, we have an extra hand to help us out.” The roommates gaze travel toward the disembodied hand eagerly crawling between the shelves already starting to search.

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While the two roommates were searching for information, they were unaware of the scheming currently going on between the blonde’s mother and the redheaded wolf.

“Are you sure this will work?” Kiara asked eagerly, staring hopefully at the tiny bottle Esther carefully placed on the table between them.

“Of course, dear. Anise seeds have been used by wolves for centuries in order to heighten their senses. Modern technology has allowed us to concentrate the anise and turn it into perfume, so all you have to do is spray it around Enid and you’ll have all her attention.”

Kiara beamed at the reassurance but couldn’t help but voice out some concerns, “What if the other wolves smell it too? Wouldn’t their sense also go haywire?” 

“In theory, yes. But they would automatically search for the scent most attractive to them so they would go look for their mates.” 

Esther was ecstatic at the thought of her daughter finally recognizing Kiara as her mate. For all of Enid’s shortcomings, the best thing she has ever done was pick a worthy werewolf to be her mate.

“Do you think we need to do this though? Surely Enid’s wolf will recognize me without the need for Anise spray?” Kiara was still feeling doubtful of their plan, Enid was strong and continuously getting stronger. Her senses would no doubt increase as well. 

“It’s just an extra push, dear. My daughter’s sense of smell has always been her weakest trait.” The older wolf reassured her future daughter-in-law, knowing that Enid needed all the extra help she could get.

“If you’re sure.” Kiara accepted the reassurance, it’s not like she could go against her mate’s mother.

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Hours have passed since the roommates began their hunt for any useful information regarding wolves and the blood moon but they have so far found nothing of use. They were slowly beginning to think no record of a wolf ever transforming during the blood moon has ever happened.

As the girls each opened up yet another book to scour through, Thing excitedly crawled up to the table they were reading on to inform them that he had found something worth examining. 

“You found a book that mentioned the blood moon? Where?” 

Thing led them towards the very back of the library and straight to the bottom shelf of a collapsing book cabinet.

“Great job, Thing!” Enid praised the disembodied hand, giving him a well-deserved fist bump. “I owe you a hand massage later!”

Wednesday bent down to get the book they have been relentlessly searching for and read the title and author. “Hunter Sinclair’s guide to the blood moon.” 

“I’m assuming he’s a relative of yours?” She asked the blonde.

Enid was surprised at the name of the author, “Yeah, he’s the first Alpha of the pack, he settled in San Francisco two hundred years ago and built the pack house.” 

The blonde moved closer in order to read over the shorter girl’s shoulder, but was mindful of invading the psychic’s space too much in respect for her aversion to touch. Wednesday however, found herself instinctively closing the distance between their bodies, allowing Enid’s front to carefully press against her back. 

If Enid was shocked, she didn’t show it, and instead carefully scanned the pages for the information they were looking for.

“Right here.” Wednesday pointed out, 

“ The blood moon rarely appears, but when it does, werewolves are unable to transform as the moon is in an unnatural state foreign to them. Only those chosen and blessed by the moon goddess are able to transform during this phenomenon and often, the chosen wolves experience their first transformation on a blood moon despite being past the age of maturity, which leads to the misdiagnosis of being a late-bloomer.”

Enid let out a soft whimper, things were suddenly becoming more and more real. The situation described by her ancestor was word-for-word what happened to her. Wednesday leaned her head against the blonde’s in order to show comfort, but continued reading out from the book.

“These chosen wolves become what are called ‘True Alphas’ for their unique superiority that no other wolf can match. They are stronger, smarter, faster, deadlier, and generally more powerful than anyone else. True Alphas are destined to be leaders and warriors for the entire werewolf community, every wolf will bow to them as is written in our very DNAs. However, True Alphas are more emotional and could lead to them being a danger to their surroundings, that’s why it is vital that they find the one thing that could keep them grounded–” 

“It stops there, the writing is smudged and there’s no other pages.” Wednesday closed the book and frowned in thought at the revelations revealed to them. 

“Wednesday…” Enid didn’t know what to say or what to feel. Why was this happening to her? 

The psychic looked at her in understanding, usually she was at a loss for whenever someone is emotional around her, but she has gotten much better, at least towards Enid, she has. 

“Let’s go somewhere more bearable before you spill all your thoughts and emotions. I’m sure you would appreciate not crying in a library.” 

The blonde gave a weak nod in confirmation and allowed her best friend to lead her out to the lake, opposite of where Wednesday found her when she arrived.

Silence surrounded the pair, and not the comfortable kind that they were used to either. It was all getting too much for the werewolf. Her situation was starting to sink in, she was a mess. 

“I hate this.” Enid couldn’t help but start crying. “Just when I thought I could finally be a normal werewolf, the stupid moon decides to turn red and prove me wrong.”

Wednesday carefully placed a stiff arm across the crying blonde’s back in an attempt to comfort her. “I know you’re crying because you’re upset, but your tears are unneeded.”

“I just want to be normal!” The blonde kicked a rock near her towards the lake and watched it splash and sink down. 

“You have never been normal Enid, you’re more colorful than anyone I have ever met and I’ve been to eight schools before Nevermore.” Wednesday replied, causing the werewolf to raise her head and stare at her roommate in exhaustion. 

“I’m glad you’re trying Wednesday, but you really aren’t helping me feel any better.” 

The psychic frowned and carefully thought about how she could better convey her thoughts in a way that her best friend could understand. “You were never scared of me.”

“What?”

“You were never scared of me.” Wednesday repeated, “Everyone was at some point, but you never were. You don’t shy away from disturbing thoughts even when you don’t understand them. You accept the unconventional things I like despite you disliking them. You don’t react how normal people would when dealing with an Addams.” 

The psychic turned to face her roommate and met the blonde’s gaze.

“You were never meant to be normal Enid, no, you were always meant to be remarkable.”

“Wednesday…” 

Enid was speechless, this was the most emotion she has ever seen from her roommate since they met, and it was directed towards her. The blonde felt like she did when they hugged for the first time. 

The werewolf was starting to look at her best friend in a different light, and suddenly she started to notice everything about Wednesday, from her dark black eyes, to her soft pale lips. 

All her worries were starting to disappear the more she gazed at the psychic. If Wednesday was a werewolf she would have smelled the pheromones rapidly surrounding them. Enid’s scent was so strong that even the wolves could smell it all the way from outside the forest.

“I’m scared. The book said I could be dangerous, we need to find out what can ground me. The full moon is coming up, I don’t want to lose control.” Enid was starting to suspect what Wednesday was for her, but she kept it on the back burner for now, in order to focus on not hurting anyone.

“You won’t. All we have to do is talk to your dead ancestor and get him to tell us the missing information we have.” Wednesday was suddenly excited at the thought of communing with the dead that weren't her nosy relatives. 

The blonde could feel the cold dread creeping through her bones, “Oh no, please don’t tell me we’re gonna–”

“–It’s time to hold a seance.” 

“We’ll have to wait till the full moon passes; however, the energy surrounding your lands is unstable at best. And according to my grandmother, dead werewolves spirits don’t like being summoned so close to the full moon.”

Enid was worried, “What if I lose control when I transform? This is my first full moon since leaving Nevermore!”

“You’ll be fine. Thing and I will be nearby in case anything happens. And I, for one, cannot wait to see the look on your mother’s face when she sees how powerful your wolf is.” 

The blonde sighed in fondness, her roommate could be so vengeful most times, Enid thought it was adorable.

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Unknown to anyone, right after the roommates left the pack library, a tall figure slipped in, grabbed a book from the shelves, and slipped right back out. 

Melvin was not going to let Enid be the next pack alpha, not if he could help it. So it was only fitting that he challenge the newly transformed werewolf for the right to be Alpha during the upcoming full moon. 

He was perfectly confident in his ability to win in a fight against his runt of a cousin, but that doesn’t mean he was going to say no to an extra edge. Hence the book he was currently flipping through. 

Ah, there it was.

Lupus Fortitudo

• Strengthening potion that equates to werewolf steroids, The most powerful substance that can enhance a wolf’s strength and power by ten folds. 

As Melvin read the ingredients, he rushed to collect them so he could prepare the potion just in time for the full moon in a couple of days. His stupid cousin won’t no what hit her. 

In his enthusiasm and rush to complete the potion however, Melvin failed to read the warning written beneath the instructions in fine print. 

CAUTION: This potion must only be drunk in crucial circumstances as side-effects include loss of control and coherence that could lead to a wolf losing the ability to shift if not careful.

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It was finally the night of the full moon and every wolf in the pack was busy preparing for nightfall. The Sinclair family in particular were alive with activities as the matriarch had made it known to the entire pack that their daughter would be joining them for the very first time. 

Esther was preparing an entire feast for the pack to eat for an early dinner before they all wolf out together and run through the woods. She was making everything into such a big deal that Enid was getting more and more nervous. 

“You’re giving me a headache with all your restless pacing.” While Wednesday understood the woes her roommate was currently facing, it did not mean that she would let Enid torture the both of them while they wait for the glowing orb to appear in the night sky. 

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it!” Enid let out a whimper, but stopped her pacing and sat down beside the psychic on her bed. “What if I lose control? We still don’t know what can calm and ground me.” 

“As appealing it would be to witness you slaughter your poor excuse of a pack, I promise I would prevent you from doing so.” Wednesday longed to see the werewolf cause havoc and bloodshed, but alas, she’s aware that now is not the time for such acts.

The blonde slowly grabbed the psychic’s hand in order to give her time to reject the attempted affection, but to her surprise, Wednesday not only accepted it, but even intertwined their fingers together. 

“Thanks Willa, I know I can always count on you.” Said Enid in the softest voice she could muster. Her life is currently in shambles and shrouded with mysteries, and yet whenever she’s with Wednesday, all her worries just seem to disappear. 

“Willa?” The psychic questioned.

“Well, yeah. I love your name but I figured I could give you a nickname. I can totally stop calling you that though.” The blonde rambled and blushed at the fact that she accidentally called Wednesday the nickname she had for in her head out loud.

The shorter girl paused and gave the nickname some thought, usually she would maim anyone outside her family who even dared to give her a nickname, but she found herself not hating the nickname Enid had called her.

“Willa is… acceptable.” 

The werewolf perked up, did her best friend just give her permission to keep using the nickname she thought of? “Really?” 

“Yes, but only you are allowed to call me that and never in front of anyone else.” 

Enid was so happy that risked giving the psychic a quick hug and a kiss on the forehead. “You’re the best, Willa!”

“Don’t push it, Enid.” Wednesday warned, but she couldn’t help the warmth traveling to the tips of her ears or the sudden increase in her heartbeat that the overly sensitive werewolf definitely caught. 

“The guests are here! Come down for dinner!”

Enid sighed and readied herself as best as she could, “Time to face the music.” 

“There hasn’t been a score I wasn’t able to master.” Wednesday slowly got up and allowed Thing to settle on her left shoulder. 

“We’ll be fine.” 

The blonde ignored the way heart did somersaults at the way her roommate implied they were a ‘we’ now. 

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After dinner, the pack members who could shift were stripping down and changing into loose clothing in order to prepare for their transformations. Fallon looks around and spots his sister off to the corner talking to Wednesday so he figured he’d bother her when they went on a run together. 

He won’t even deny his excitement at finally getting to run with his sister’s wolf. Not that he would have loved her any less if she never did transform, but she did, and now they can wolf out and run wild.

“Remember Willa, stay inside the pack house.” Enid reminded her roommate for the nth time. She was perfectly certain that Wednesday could take care of herself but she was still allowed to worry.

“Your lack of faith in my capabilities wounds me.” Wednesday replies, if it were anyone else telling her to be careful she would assume they were underestimating her, but loathe as she were to admit, she knows the blonde was coming from a place of care. 

The werewolf raised an eyebrow and gave the psychic a calculating stare, “We both know I’m more worried about what you can do to my pack, than what they can do to you.”

“That’s the best compliment you have ever given me.” The shorter girl’s heart skipped a beat causing Enid to soften her gaze. Wednesday Addams was going to be the death of her and what a way to go that would be.

Right as the blonde started to release her pheromones that were so overpowering that every other werewolf turned their attention to her, Kiara entered the clearing the pack was gathered in and immediately honed her focus towards Enid.

Her inner wolf purred as it caught whiff of the powerful scent the blonde werewolf was emitting. And her eyes couldn’t help but take an appreciative glance at the exposed muscles a thin tank top was barely covering. 

‘Enid is definitely strong.’ the redhead thought to herself, imagining the feeling of those strong arms wrapped around her and the warmth the blonde would bring with her. Kiara couldn’t wait till Enid was finally hers. 

Wednesday didn’t like the way the redhead was staring at her best friend, who does this girl think she was? The psychic was planning a hundred different ways she could make the other girl disappear without getting noticed. She would have preferred planning murder, but she knew Enid would disapprove. 

A loud howl was heard throughout the clearing, the Alpha was signaling the pack that it was almost time to shift. The blonde took one last glance at her roommate, and opened her arms up to ask for a hug. 

If anyone were to ask, Wednesday would firmly deny her not only accepting the hug, but letting it last longer than what would be considered normal. What she would not deny however, was the utter glee she felt at seeing the redhead werewolf seething in rage while staring at them.

“Here goes nothing. Wish me luck.” 

“You won’t need it.” 

With that last exchange, Enid ran to her brother who was patiently waiting for her and prepared to shift with her family, her pack, for the first time. 

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A howl was heard in the distance, the wolves were slowly and painfully starting to shift. Melvin looked over his shoulder and saw his father standing close to his cousin in order to witness her first shift with the pack. 

He watched as Enid’s bones snapped and rearranged themselves into place as her body grew bigger and bigger with fur surrounding every inch of skin. She was huge, bigger than any wolf in their pack, even bigger than their Alpha.

Unacceptable, just because Enid was bigger than him didn’t mean she was stronger too. Especially when he has an extra boost to help him. Taking out the freshly brewed potion from his pocket, he took the cap off and drowned it one shot. Grimacing at the awful taste, before his body started to morph. 

His real wolf was of average size, and while he was a perfectly normal size for a wolf, he was embarrassingly small for someone of his family and his only saving grace was the fact that his cousin was unable to transform. Up until now at least.

He loathed the fact that not only was Enid able to shift now, she was visibly bigger. And to add insult to injury, the girl he was supposed to call his mate was now fixated on his stupid cousin. 

Not anymore. Melvin is not letting the family disappointment walk all over him. It’s time to prove to his father that he was strong enough to be the next alpha, he had what it takes and everyone will see that.

Owoooooooo! The Alpha’s son let out a howl before catching a whiff of his cousin’s disgusting scent and rushing towards her direction. He was going to show Enid once and for all that he was superior and every way.

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Fallon in wolf form, was staring up at his sister in awe. She was twice as big as he was, which means she was three times bigger than a normal wolf. No wonder she won against a hyde. 

His nose twitched at the strength of Enid’s scent, some part of him instinctively wanted to bow in submission. The older Sinclair sibling spared a glance at his family and watched with satisfaction as their mother let out a whine in surprise upon seeing his sister’s wolf form.

Serves their mother right for always underestimating Enid. 

Looking towards his uncle, however, shocked him. His uncle was trembling as he gazed up at the bigger wolf. Now that he realized it, Enid was even bigger than their Alpha. 

Holy Shit.

Kiara was in complete disbelief as she caught her first glimpse of the blonde’s wolf form. She couldn’t believe how huge Enid was, she knew she was going to be strong, but this was nothing she could have ever imagined. 

She let out a rumble in satisfaction at the thought of making the powerful wolf hers. All she needed to do was wait for a week and Enid would finally be hers. What a perfect birthday gift. 

The rest of the pack who unfortunately didn’t share the DNA of the last few alphas were all whining in submission at the utter power that was leaking out of the blonde. Their wolves knew that there was someone new in charge.

Alpha Torin was shaking, his wolf knew that his rule was over. There was a bigger and stronger wolf in town. He was about to willingly step down and offer his niece the reign but he was interrupted by a familiar growl coming from the other end of the clearing.

Everyone turned toward the growling wolf who was continuously leaking out hostile pheromones, a clear warning sign that he was dangerous. The size of this wolf was almost as big as Enid, but somehow it was clear that this wolf’s size was unnatural.

The hostile wolf once again let out a growl, he was focused entirely on the wolf in the center. As if no one else was significant to him. 

Torin was still the current Alpha so it was his responsibility to protect his pack from danger, so he stepped forward and let out a warning growl for the other wolf to back off. But he was stopped in his tracks as a familiar scent buried under the dangerous pheromones of the wolf was carried over by the wind.

Melvin! The Alpha’s eyes widened and he leaned back in shock and horror. What did his son do to himself? 

Melvin was clearly not himself as he failed to recognize his father as he charged straight towards the distracted Alpha that was in his path. He leapt through the air and hit the older wolf so hard he crashed towards a boulder that broke in half. 

The downed Alpha was approached by Esther and Murray’s wolf forms as they checked over him in concern. Torin let out a pained whine as he struggled to get back up. 

Enid subconsciously knew that this hostile wolf was here for her, because of course he was. What she was shocked to find out however was that the identity of this wolf was her cousin. 

She was a little confused as she didn’t know what Melvin’s grievances towards her were. Did she do something to upset him? 

Fallon protectively stood to attention beside Enid, waiting for any sign of their cousin attacking her. He was aware of Melvin’s self-conscious issues and his one-sided beef with his sister, but to stoop this low? 

He had no idea how the other wolf had managed to find something to make him stronger but he was weary, seeing as their cousin managed to take down their Alpha with one move. 

But what worried him the most was the pure rage that could be seen in Melvin’s eyes. No trace of the cousin they grew up with could be seen beneath, whatever the other wolf took has clearly consumed him. 

The hostile wolf looked away from the wounded Alpha and focused his gaze towards the Sinclair siblings. He gave a taunting growl and took a step forward and charged towards Fallon, figuring he would take care of the weaker wolf first but before he could make contact, Enid blocked his way and slammed him down.

Melvin gave a pained grunt but got back up as the two cousins started circling each other, looking for the perfect opportunity to attack.

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While this was all going on, Wednesday was impatiently waiting for the full moon to pass inside of the pack house. Her gut was telling her something was going to happen, and she should be prepared.

“Something feels wrong Thing, keep your guard up.” The disembodied hand gave a sign of acknowledgement and stood at the ready, waiting for any situation that may come up.

She looked out the window and saw that the wolves were starting to shift, her grip on  her snood got tighter as she witnessed Enid transforming for the second time. She was in awe at the sheer amount of power and strength radiating from the blonde’s wolf form.  

But before she could appreciate the stunningly deadly wolf before her a vision suddenly hit and her neck snapped up as she was consumed. 

Scenes of two wolves fighting each other, one unnaturally large and the other at a towering height with pink and blue patches of fur coating their body. It was Enid, but who was she fighting? 

A flash of blood, but Wednesday didn’t see whose it was. Growling and snarling, the two wolves rush towards each other in a fierce fight to the death.

No! Enid!

Thing crawled anxiously as he waited for the Psychic to come out of her vision. Finally, Wednesday snapped back into reality, eyes blew wide in terror. 

Enid was in danger, she had to do something. Luckily, she wasn’t stupid enough to enter the teritory of a pack of wolves without assurance that she could protect herself if needed.

“Thing, get the nightshade concentrate and my silver daggers, we have a werewolf to subdue.” 

As the disembodied hand rushed to get the materials asked for, Wednesday pressed a hand to her rapidly beating chest. She would not allow anyone to harm Enid, not if she could help it. 

The blonde had somehow got past all her indifferences and disinterest in any form of emotional attachment. How Enid managed to worm her way into Wednesday’s cold heart and bring warmth to it was beyond her. 

She was unfamiliar with the onslaught of emotions she was currently experiencing, emotions that she hasn’t experienced since she was a child. Wednesday was feeling homicidal and protective, but above it all she was feeling scared that something wrong was going to happen to Enid.

A sound of something dragging quickly across the floor snapped her out of her thoughts and spurred her into action. Enid protected her from the hyde, it was time for her to return the favor. 

And in true Wednesday Addams’ fashion, she rushed head first into danger without any care of the huge chance that she could get hurt.

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Melvin broke first as he got impatient while waiting for the other wolf to make a move. He rushed towards Enid and attempted to bite into her shoulder, but the bigger wolf thankfully dodged. 

The blonde wanted to end this fight as quickly as possible before anyone else got hurt, but her cousin was getting too unpredictable, he barely stopped to calculate his next move as he just kept charging and charging as if his only purpose was to harm Enid. 

Fallon wanted to help his sister but as he stepped forward, the other Sinclair sibling gave a growl in warning, gesturing for him to stay back and protect the younger wolves instead. 

Enid’s parents were still by the downed Alpha’s side, ready to protect him if needed. Despite feeling worry for her brother, Esther was still in shock at her daughter’s wolf form. Turns out Wednesday was right when she said Enid was strong. 

Kiara was staring at the fight from as far away as possible, she did not want to get caught in the crossfire and get hurt. But she would be lying if she denied that she was admiring the strength and power her potential mate was showing. 

The hostile wolf was uncontrollable, he kept charging and charging despite being repeatedly slammed back by Enid who was stopping every attack. Melvin let out a growl in frustration before changing tactings and rushing towards the smaller, weaker wolves instead. 

Enid tried to intercept him and was successful in her attempt, however, his cousin's claws managed to land a swipe on her back causing her to let out a howl in pain. The blonde could feel how deep the cuts were, she was fed up. Melvin needs to be stopped. 

Just then, the wind blew in a familiar scent, making the blonde look towards the direction it was coming from and seeing Wednesday rushing towards her with a look of anger shown on her face.

“The only one allowed to make Enid bleed is me.” The psychic uttered out with venom laced in her words. She was beyond furious, how dare this abomination wound her best friend.

Wednesday! Enid thought, worried that the other girl would get hurt. She should have known her roommate would ignore her pleas to stay inside where it was safe. 

Melvin growled in recognition, this girl was her cousin’s weakness. His clouded mind managed to make the connection that if he hurt this girl, then he would also hurt his cousin. 

Snarling as he charged towards the psychic, he lept through the air in an attempt to bite Wednesday’s head off. But he failed as a much larger body slammed him from the side and growled in his face. 

How dare her cousin try to hurt who was hers . No one can cause Wednesday any harm, and anyone who tries is destined for death. Enid stood over the downed werewolf and growled at him before biting him by the shoulder and tossing him as far away from the psychic as she could. 

The blonde howled up at the moon so loudly that every tree within their vicinity shook violently. She was warning everyone that her roommate was off limits and under her protection. 

Silence surrounded everyone for a couple of moments, but it seemed like Melvin wasn’t finished, he leapt towards Enid who had her back turned away from him as she was busy looking over at Wednesday. 

A cowardly move, but then again he was always a coward. He stopped in his tracks however, as a glinting silver dagger sailed through the air, passed the blonde and straight through the leaping wolf’s artery. 

The hostile wolf let out a howl of pain as he started to tremble as the nightshade entered his blood stream. The combination of silver and poison was painful enough to cause him to forcibly shift back to his human form. 

Melvin was writhing from the pain as the entire pack watched him. The elders were absolutely disgusted by his actions that night. 

Alpha Torin shakily stood up as he stared down at his son. He was beyond disappointed that Melvin would resort to such means just to prove a childish point. He couldn’t help but feel like a failure of a parent for his son's actions. 

The second he found out what substance Melvin took, he would have to give his own son a punishment worthy of his crimes. What a mess.

As everyone’s attention was focused on the poor excuse of a wolf, naked and withering in pain. Wednesday was by Enid’s side with a coat at the ready as the blonde started shifting back into human form. 

Enid let out a wince as she accepted the offered coat, the material brushing across her wounds. 

“Let’s head back so I can clean your wounds up. I think you’ll be needing stitches.” The psychic allowed the blonde to lean against her. 

“I would ask where you got the dagger and nightshade, but I already know, so I’m just glad you never used them on me.” Despite being in a great amount of pain, Enid still found it in her to make a joke.

“Your cousin is lucky I didn’t kill him.” Wednesday replied, a frown at her face. If it were up to her, Melvin would have been six feet under. 

Enid stared at her best friend softly, taking in the way the psychic’s eyes softened when she looked back at her. “Thank you, Willa.”

“Anything for you.”

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It was a brand new day, the sun was up and shining which was rare in a sense that San Francisco was always foggy. It was like nature knew they deserved a break after the events of last night.

Enid and Wednesday were currently asleep on the former’s bed, cuddling up as usual. It has almost become routine at this point for the two of them to sleep snuggled together. Though, the psychic would vehemently deny it if anyone were to ask. 

The werewolf scrunched her nose up and wrapped her arms around her best friend tighter. Her mind was slowly waking up, and the way Wednesday took care of her wounds the night before after they arrived back home was still fresh in her memory. 

Back when Enid fought the hyde, her roommate patiently cleaned her wounds up and patched her up. The blonde knew deep down that that was the moment she realized how stupidly and utterly in love she was with Wednesday. 

There was no point in denying it any longer, her entire being belongs to the psychic and she knew there was nothing she wouldn’t be willing to do for her best friend. 

Every inch of her is screaming that Wednesday was her destined mate. But Enid wanted to be completely sure before she even thought about telling the other girl. How embarrassing would it be if she were to start telling everybody she knows about finding her mate only to end up wrong?

She wants it to be true though, the deities know how bad she wants it. Her and the psychic couldn’t be more different, they were opposites in every single way and yet, against all odds they work. 

All she ever wanted was to find someone who would accept all of her, even the parts she didn’t even like about herself. Wednesday has seen her at her worst and still stayed, and the other girl has never even tried changing her when everyone else in her life wanted her to.

Wednesday Addams needs to be her mate, because Enid doesn’t know what she’ll do considering the fact that she was already so in love and falling more and more every single day. 

The werewolf slowly opened her eyes, allowing them to adjust to the darkness of her room. She really had to thank the psychic for convincing her to get black-out curtains, now she doesn’t have to wake up to the sun blinding her. 

She glanced down at the girl in her arms and let out a smile that was especially reserved for her roommate. Despite the fact that Wednesday’s eyes were closed, the blonde was more than aware of the fact that she was already awake based on the sound of the other girl’s heart.

Enid has listened to every kind of music in the world, yet Wednesday’s heartbeat has to be her favorite song. 

“I can feel you staring, it’s unsettling.” The blonde just smiled, knowing there was no bite behind the dry remark, especially not when she can see a tinge of red on the tips of the psychic’s ears.

Wednesday began to sit up, feeling overheated. Enid was an excellent heat source, but with the sun already warming up the temperature, she was starting to sweat. 

“Five more minutes, please. I’m way too comfortable to move.” The blonde whined out, she didn’t want to let go of the psychic just yet.

“Was an entire night invading my personal space not enough for you?” 

“Nope!” 

The shorter girl regrets the day she allowed Enid power over her. “Fine. But only five more minutes, I’m keeping time.”

Twenty minutes later and the pair finally separated and got ready for the day ahead of them. The blonde was unsure of her family’s reaction to not only her wolf form, but the fact that she quite literally, beat her cousin down. 

“Do you think Melvin’s okay?” The taller girl asked, at the end of the day her cousin is still family, and once upon a time she cared about him, and a small part of her still does.

“While I would prefer it if he wasn’t, I’m sure he’s still very much alive, unfortunately.” Wednesday did not care about the idiotic fool who attempted to harm her roommate, but she knew Enid had a bleeding heart. 

“I still don’t know why he did it! I don’t think I ever did anything for him to hate me.”

The psychic could feel her heart clench at seeing the other girl so distraught. She couldn’t help but hate Melvin Hundt even more. 

“It’s simply a case of a typical fragile male ego. He was threatened by the fact that you ended up being far stronger than he is, and the icing on the cake was that the girl who was always meant to be his, is now infatuated with you.” 

Enid looked at Wednesday in confusion, “What do you mean? I don’t think Kiara likes me like that.”

“For someone who prides themselves in always being kept in the loop, you are surprisingly clueless of other’s intentions. You will need to fix that if you’re going to be accompanying me on any more investigations.

“Is that an invitation?” The psychic hated the stupidly attractive smug smile on the blonde’s face. 

A knock at the door caused the pair to turn to it, Fallon opened the door after a confirmation that he could enter. “Hope I’m not interrupting anything.” 

The implication behind his words flew over Wednesday’s head but Enid clearly understood what her brother meant, causing the blood to rush towards her cheeks as she glared at her older sibling.

“What do you want?” 

Fallon knew it futile to hide his knowing grin, but attempted anyway. “Mom wants you in the living room, Uncle Torin is here. But before that, how are you feeling? Last night was rough as fuck.”

“My back still hurts but Wednesday already patched me up and I’m starting to heal so there’s that.” Enid told him, gently giving the psychic a soft smile and a squeeze on the arm as she mentioned her.

“That’s good.” The older sibling replied, “Now, when were you gonna tell me how huge your wolf was?”

“I’m not that big.” Enid tried to play it off, ignoring the incredulous look on her brother’s face. 

“You’re bigger than our Uncle!” Fallon countered, before looking serious. “You do know what this implies, right?” 

“Yeah, but I don’t really wanna think about it yet.” 

“Try telling mom that, she’s been bragging the entire night.” Enid winced at this, she was so not ready to have this conversation with her mother.

“Do you have another dagger laying around or?” The blonde asked her roommate, looking half serious. 

Wednesday stared at her like she was stupid for even asking such an obvious question. “I’m not going to let you kill yourself Enid, so unless you are planning to use it on your mother, I am going to keep it for myself.”

“That’s fair.” It was just another normal conversation between the roommates, but Fallon was staring at them like they were crazy for talking about committing crimes like it was a conversation about the weather. 

Was his sister always this casual about death or was this the Addams’ effect on her?

“Kids! Come down here, the food is getting cold!”

The comfortable atmosphere turned frosty, it was clear that none of them was ready for the inevitable conversation that was awaiting them. 

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“There you kids are, hurry up and sit down.” 

The three teenagers shared a glance and took a seat before getting served a plate full of food each. While waiting for the pin to drop, they dug in, the only thing worse than having an unwanted conversation, was having one on an empty stomach. 

Unfortunately for them, Esther wasted no time at starting her spiel. “Enid, honey, I’m so proud of you! You turned out to be such a strong and powerful wolf!”

Enid wanted nothing more than to hear that her mother was proud of her, but now that she finally said it, she was angry instead. Of fucking course her mother was only proud of her now that she has finally met her expectations. 

It honestly stung and made the blonde realize that her mother was beyond redeeming. Esther Sinclair will never be the mother she wanted or needed, she was incapable of being one, not when all she cared about was being a proper werewolf.

Wednesday knew that the other girl was trying her best not to lash out by the way the blonde’s hands were shaking under the table, so she gently reached over and covered the trembling hand with her own, allowing Enid to intertwine their fingers together. 

The tension at the table was so obvious you could cut it with a knife, and yet the Sinclair matriarch remained oblivious to that. Fallon took it upon himself to break the tension by directing a question to their uncle who was eating his food quietly, with bandages wrapped around most of his skin.

“How are you doing Uncle? You’re looking a little rough.” He winced at his own lack of tact. 

“I’m slowly starting to heal, I’m not as young as I used to be, unfortunately.” Torin replied. “Your cousin really did a number on me last night.” 

The alpha tried to joke, though anyone could tell he was in pain, and it was clear that it wasn’t just the pain from the wounds either.

“What’s gonna happen to him?” Enid asked, bracing herself for the answer. She could only imagine how hard it must be for her uncle to have to punish his own son.

“Well…” Torin sighed, “He’s scheduled to appear before the elders, and depending on how it goes, I’ll have to punish him.”

The older wolf slumped down on, his tiredness clear as day. “He's already being punished as it is though, he can’t shift anymore. The pack doctor checked him out and discovered that he used an illegal potion that had some big consequences.” 

Everyone at the table winced, not being able to shift was the worst thing that could ever happen to a werewolf. Enid, especially knows that, seeing as she spent her entire life thinking she was a failure for that very reason.

“I’m getting too old for this.” Torin remarked, the lines on his face were starting to appear deeper. 

“Well! Good thing Enid here is ready to become the next Alpha!” Esther interjected cheerfully, unaware of the atmosphere they were currently in. 

Wednesday was honestly astonished that someone was worse than her at reading a room. She was starting to wonder if Esther was dropped on her head as a baby, it’s no wonder that she wasn’t chosen to be the alpha.

“What?! I’m not gonna be the next alpha!” Enid protested, caught off guard by her mother’s comment. 

“Don’t be ridiculous, dear! It’s clear you’re the only candidate left! You should be honored!” As always, the Sinclair matriarch ignored her daughter.

The blonde teenager stood up in anger, why can’t her mother just listen to her for once? “I’m sixteen! How can I be the alpha? I still have to finish school!” 

“Well of course you have to drop out. We only sent you to that school so you wouldn’t embarrass yourself here.” 

If Enid wasn’t already angry before then that last comment would have definitely set her off. How dare her mother tell her to drop out? Nevermore was the best thing that ever happened to her, she has friends there! And she has Wednesday. 

Dropping out would mean not being able to see Wednesday every single day, not being able to fall asleep to her heartbeat, not being able to bask in her comforting scent that was so uniquely hers. 

Between being with the pack and being with Wednesday, there was no doubt in Enid’s mind that she would choose the psychic every time. 

“Are you even hearing yourself, mom? You’re so fucking fixated on the pack and being a proper werewolf that you don’t even think about anything else!” 

“Don’t talk to your mother that way.” Esther was appalled that her daughter was even daring to talk to her in such a disrespectful way.

Wednesday was quickly tiring at having to deal with this woman. How pathetic can a person be? “I would like to find out what your definition of a mother is because you’re clearly misinformed.” 

“Stay out of this, you shouldn’t even be here. You’re distracting Enid from finding a proper mate!” Esther didn’t realize just how big of a mistake she just committed. 

Enid felt her claws and fangs extend out as she trembled with fury. “Wednesday has done more for me than you ever could have. Don’t you dare say she shouldn’t be here when she has every right to be.”

“How could you choose a random girl over your own family and pack?” 

“She’s not just a random girl. I care about her way more than I care about you!” Wednesday was in absolute awe, the blonde looked ethereal. Pure fury can be seen in her beautiful blue eyes, lips pulled into a snarl as deadly sharp fangs poke out. 

Her world was starting to shift, she wanted to be consumed by Enid in every way possible. Her heart was pounding deep into her chest, was she finally succumbing to the Addams curse? 

“Enid–” 

“I don’t want to hear another word from you! Wednesday and I are heading out before I do something I’d regret.” 

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The roommates found themselves walking towards the lake as the blonde calmed herself down. No words were exchanged as they sat down on their usual spot. Wednesday gave Enid the time to process her feelings.

In the meantime, she allowed herself to daydream about the numerous ways she could dispose of a werewolf. The psychic much prefers to murder them in wolf form, there were a lot of things she could do with a wolf pelt. 

As the shorter girl got lost in her homicidal thoughts, Enid finally got a hold of herself. She turned to stare at the psychic and allowed herself to take in the sight before her. 

The sun was hitting the lake just right, causing light to reflect on the dark eyes she has grown to love. Wednesday was enjoying a particularly morbid image, unaware of the small smile adoring her lips.

Enid quietly gasped at the breathtaking visual that was in front of her. The other girl rarely smiled, so every instance was an honor not many get to experience. Her eyes drifted down and lingered on the divots on the psychic’s cheeks.

They were the most adorable thing the blonde had ever laid eyes on. She couldn’t stop herself from leaning in and placing a gentle kiss on the dimple adoring Wednesday’s cheek.

The other girl was startled out of her thoughts as the soft lips brushed against her skin. She turned to face the blushing blonde who was currently having an internal panic and cursing herself for acting on her intrusive thoughts. 

“Did you just kiss me?” Wednesday asked as she blinked in shock.

“...No?” The werewolf tried to deny it.

“Enid.” A pointed stare from the psychic was directed towards the flustered girl.

“Ok fine, I did! I’m sorry, please don’t kill me!” 

Wednesday sat still as she processed the fact that her best friend had just kissed her on the cheek. She found that she didn’t dislike the kiss, nor the feelings the kiss evoked from her. The psychic can even admit that she wouldn’t mind it if the other girl were to do it again.

“I… did not dislike it.” Another blink from the shorter girl caused the blonde to light up in happiness. That was basically Wednesday’s code for giving her permission to kiss her again. 

Hopefully next time she can get away with more than a kiss on the cheek, but she can wait.

A million thoughts were running through the psychic’s mind, one kiss from the werewolf had caused her to feel like she was falling from the top of a skyscraper with the way her stomach was feeling. 

Enid was crossing all of the boundaries that Wednesday has carefully set around her, and yet she finds herself not minding it at all.

And as the blonde tentatively wrapped a warm arm around her and pulled her closer, Wednesday felt her lips slightly quirk up. 

It might take her more than a minute, but she could get used to this.

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Kiara was across the lake, witnessing the way Enid and Wednesday were huddled together. She was shaking in jealousy, that was supposed to be her .

All the signs were pointing towards the blonde being the next alpha of the pack, and everyone knows an alpha needs another werewolf for a mate. How was she in good consciousness, going to allow a measly human stand next to their next leader?

The redhead felt like it was her duty to make Enid see that they belonged together and that they were the best match for the good of the pack. Afterall, Kiara was raised to be the alpha’s perfect mate. 

Wednesday Addams needs to be put in her place, San Francisco is no place for someone like her. She didn’t belong here and the redhead was determined to let her know that.

She decided that she had enough of seeing the pair practically attached at the hip so she saved herself and decided to head to the Sinclair’s house. Esther would definitely be on her side. 

Werewolves belonged with other other werewolves, she just needs Enid to realize that.

Chapter Text

A couple of miles away from the pack house was Hunter Sinclair’s crypt, it stood tall in the midst of the trees and boulders surrounding it. It would have been an impressive sight if only it didn’t look abandoned. 

The once majestic silver colored crypt was now surrounded by moss and mold, it seemed like nature was starting to devour it whole.

“Just how many meat scented candles do you own? It’s starting to smell like a relative of mine’s barber shop.” Wednesday commented on the impressively disturbing amount of steak tartare candles surrounding the pair.  

“Do you mean butcher shop?” Enid blinked in confusion, she must have misheard– 

“I meant what I said.” 

–guess not. She didn’t even want to know at this point, she would need an entire lesson on the Addams family in order to understand them. A lesson she’s more than willing to sit through if it means learning more about Wednesday and her family.

“There. The last candle is lit, now all we need is an item of his.” The psychic turned towards her roommate as Thing lit up the final candle in their seance circle. 

The blonde carefully brought out a wrapped item from her pocket and opened it up to reveal an antique gold chain with a wolf tooth pendant hanging from it. “Be careful with this, I had to steal it from dad’s room. This is passed down to the strongest Sinclair child in each generation. My dad’s an only child, so…” 

“So I assume it’s going to be yours next?” Wednesday asked, accepting the offered necklace and gently dangling it from her palm. 

“With the way things are going? It just might be.” Enid frowned, still uncertain about the mysterious events that were seemingly connected to her. 

“A Sinclair wolf was the first Alpha and yet instead of your father, it’s your uncle from another line that was chosen to be the current one. Why is that?” The psychic was curious about how the alpha is chosen, since it didn’t seem like it was passed down from parent to child.

“Whoever is the strongest wolf of a generation gets to be alpha, that way no family is 100% guaranteed the power. Though, the alpha has always come from the same three families.” Enid explained, a part of her was happy that her best friend was taking an interest in her history.

Wednesday hummed in acknowledgement and asked, “Which are?”

“The Hundt, Sinclair, and Louvel.” The blonde enumerated. 

“Everyone assumed it would have been unfair for two of the three families to get married and have a child, but after my brother turned out to only be a slightly above average wolf, and the disappointment of a late-bloomer that I was, everyone thought we messed up both families' chances.”

“Until now.” The psychic stated, making the werewolf give a tense nod. It was still a sore subject for her as she didn’t want to acknowledge everything going on around her. 

Thing interrupted the tense air that was starting to form around the pair by tapping on the floor and signing that it was time to start the sèanse. 

Wednesday admittedly, was thrilled at the prospect of calling upon the dead again, it has been entirely too long since she attempted to.

She turned towards Enid and signaled her to sit behind her and hold on to her shoulders. The psychic took a deep breath and started chanting in Latin in order to call for the spirit of Hunter Sinclair, the first Alpha.

“Spiritum venatoris sinceri invocamus et eum rogamus ut audientiam et interrogationibus nostris respondeat…”

The daft surrounding them turned colder, as wind blew around the room making the flames dance chaotically. Fog started to engulf the pair, causing Enid to tighten her grip on the shorter girl’s shoulders. 

How Wednesday could enjoy communicating with the dead was beyond her, but all the same, the werewolf was grateful that the psychic knew what to do. They were in desperate need of answers, answers only her dead ancestor knew. 

For the next few seconds, absolute chao surrounded the pair, as debris flew around them and Thing clung to Enid’s sweater in order to not fly off. Finally, after the chaos there was silence.

Silence, and then a howl loud enough to rattle the decaying walls. Owoooooooo!

Hunter Sinclair’s spirit slowly started to materialize in front of them. Enid has not had the pleasure of seeing an actual sèanse be successful, so this was a pretty freaky experience for her. She probably needs to get used to this though.

“Ah! Woah! Is this where they buried me?” The newly summoned spirit turned around and gazed in curiosity at his very own crypt. 

Hunter’s ghost stood tall, scars scattered all across his skin, proof of his numerous battles no doubt. But what really caught the girls’ attention was the fact that atop his blonde curly hair, were strands dyed red and blue. 

Wednesday did not know what to expect, as they really only had sculptures and sketches of what the Sinclair ancestor looked like , but to be perfectly honest, it did not shock her as anyone related to Enid must have been a little loose in the head.

Seriously? Dyed streaks 200 hundred years ago? Only a Sinclair would be idiotic enough to attempt that. Privately, the psychic noted that Hunter was unable to pull it off nearly as well as her best friend. 

“Was hair dye, like, a thing ages ago? How’d you color your hair?” Of course that would be the first question Enid would ask. 

“I am unsure as to what hair dye is, however, my hair is the result of rolling over fruits and flowers in wolf form. The color stayed after transforming back into a human.” Hunter focused his attention on the younger –and more alive– blonde, peering at her closely.

“Why! You look just like me!” The spirit stated with delight, grin widening further upon seeing familiar streaks of color on blonde hair not unlike his own. Enid smiled back, happy to know that her mom’s bloodline was the only problematic one and that she had at least one sane ancestor –err saner, at least.

“I’m Enid by the way! Enid Sinclair.” The psychic could feel a headache coming on, how fortunate was it that there was now not one, but two blonde werewolves to cause her pain. 

After a few minutes of the two blondes just exchanging wide grins, Hunter snapped back into reality. “Oh right! Why have you summoned me? And why does my crypt look like this? Is the pack poor now? Can we not afford cleaning supplies or?”

“We’re actually pretty rich to be honest! One of the richest packs in America!” Enid answered with a smile, it was so cool that she was actually conversing with a dead relative. 

Wednesday was surprised at how rich the San Francisco pack was, not that her family was poor. But with the way her roommate’s parents were dressed during Nevermore’s family weekend, she would have never guessed that both their families were in the same tax bracket.

Her roommate then explained that, while they had the money, werewolves tended to go through hundreds of clothes a year and with so many of them in the pack, it really racked up their annual expenses, so it was better to just throw on whatever clothes they could find.

Enid had frowned when she realized that she herself would now have to be careful with shifting before she ruins all her favorite sweaters. Quality cotton and fleece was expensive and she was so not going to ruin her wardrobe.

Hunter was pleased that his pack was doing so well but he was still questioning why his final resting place looked abandoned. 

“We summoned you for a reason. We have some questions that we believe only you hold the answers to.” Wednesday finally joined the conversation, causing the spirit to take notice of the other living being in the room. 

Wait, was that a disembodied hand? 

“Questions? For me? Take it away!” Hunter was delighted that a descendant of his was curious enough to contact him from the plane. It must have been important, so he’ll try his best to answer their queries. Though, a part of him felt like the black-haired girl was familiar, he just didn’t know why yet.

Thing offered her the diary they had found in the library, and Wednesday flipped through it to find the right page. “You wrote in your diary about true alphas, we need more information.

“Well first of all, it’s a journal, not a diary.” Hunter clarified, slightly surprised that they even found it, as he was unsure as to when he last saw it before his ultimate death. Part of him felt joy that at least his words and thoughts got to live. 

“True alphas are the most powerful wolves to ever exist, some say that they were even descendants of the first werewolves to walk the earth, but in reality they were the chosen few blessed by the moon goddess to protect all of wolfkind.” 

The spirit explained, noting that the two girls were focused on his every word. It was starting to sink in that this might not be just simple curiosity. 

“You mentioned that true alphas could lose control?” Enid carefully asked, she was almost scared to hear an answer. 

Hunter nodded and grimaced as he remembered the last true alpha he knew that lost control. “Yes, for all of the benefits that come with being a true alpha, the downside is that their emotions are uncontrollable. They anger quickly, lash out at the smallest things. It’s not a very pretty sight. If you ever see a true alpha that’s out of control, accept your fate, because you will not outrun them.”

“But they can be controlled right? There’s one thing that can ground them? You said it in your findings, but you never finished what it was.” The younger Sinclair was desperately asking. She didn’t want to lose control and accidentally hurt anyone.

“There is one thing, and one thing only. But it is both a blessing and a curse.” 

Wednesday took Enid’s trembling hand into her own and urged the spirit to answer. “What is it? We don’t have time for any guessing games.”

Hunter got out of his daze and looked at the pair seriously, “The only thing that can ground a true alpha, is its true mate .”

The psychic squeezed the hand in hers tighter as the blonde gasped in shock. Enid had her suspicions, but hearing confirmation made her heart beat spike up. 

Please let it be Wednesday

“A true alpha needs their true mate in order to be complete, without their mate they will be uncontrollable, a beast with no inhibitions, a monster.” The taller girl let out a whimper. 

Enid didn’t want to be a monster

“The last time a true wolf was without its mate, he massacred a nearby village.” The spirit seemed like he was far away, and he was. He was transported back to the day he lost, not only his mate, but his control.

It was a mess, normies from the village next to their territory invaded, someone let it slip that they were werewolves. The supernatural was still relatively unknown during his time. 

His mate’s lifeless body was laying in his arms as he sobbed over it. How dare they kill his one true love! Their village will pay. No one can survive, he was doing it not only as revenge, but as his duty as the alpha. His pack deserves peace. 

Hunter felt his bones break as his last thread of humanity left him. His last coherent thought was for his pack to be smart enough to not get in his way. 

Owooooooo! He howled and growled as he took down person after person, biting and clawing his way through the entire village, making sure there were no survivors. He became a monster, a beast that no one could stop. 

And then blackness– The alpha didn’t know how he died, he had already lost his mind by then. He can only assume that it took his entire pack to finally kill him.

“Without their true mate, a true alpha cannot live. They are their humanity, their control, their heart. They are their everything.”

Silence surrounds them as the two young girls take in what the spirit said. It made sense, the only thing powerful enough to keep a true alpha in control is their true mate. It was a truly terrifying thought. 

“What am I gonna do? I don’t want to be a mindless beast!” Enid threw her arms around the shorter girl’s waist and seeked the comfort she so desperately needed. 

“My suspicions are right. Enid, you’re a true alpha.” Hunter felt his dead heart squeeze in sympathy. Being a true alpha was more a curse than a blessing. He bitterly thought as he was once again reminded of the mate he lost.

“The Sinclair blood runs strong in you.” 

Wednesday frowned as she returned the taller girl’s embrace. The thought of Enid having to be dependent on another individual left a sour taste in her mouth. Or maybe the thought of someone else being Enid’s true mate made her want to rip her own heart out.

“How am I supposed to find a mate before I lose control?” The werewolf asked, pulling the psychic even closer to her body, seeking comfort in the familiar scent that floods her senses.

“You have plenty of suitors, Enid. As much as it pains me to admit this, but, I doubt you would have any trouble seeking a mate.” Wednesday forced herself to speak the words. 

She then muttered to herself. “You are far too charming for your own good.” 

“Wednesday Addams, are you giving me a compliment?” Enid allowed a small smile to grace her lips even though she was internally and externally panicking for her life. It wasn’t often that her roommate would go all soft on her so she cherished every moment.

“Don’t get used to it.” The psychic threatened, both of them knowing it was a lie.

“Addams? You are an Addams?” Hunter gasped in shock, no wonder the girl looked familiar. She was a descendant of his beloved Curly.

The shorter girl turned towards the spirit and tilted her head, “You know of my family?” 

“Know it?” The spirit gave a pained chuckle, once again looking lost in thought. “I almost married into it.” 

The two girls' eyes widened in shock, now this was a plot twist they didn’t expect. “You were expected to be wed to one of my ancestors? Who?” Wednesday asked, she was well versed in her family history but she had never heard of Hunter Sinclair. 

“Curly Addams. I assume you know who he is? Brother to Long John Addams, they had many exploits together. I’m assuming that hand is related to old Pinky.” It pained the spirit to look at Wednesday now that he knew she was an Addams, he could see the resemblance. It seemed like every Addams had the same look in their eye.

“Curly? He disappeared, no one knew where he went and we assumed he had passed. Wednesday mused, thinking of what she knew about her many times great, uncle. “And yes, Thing is presumed to be a descendant of Pinky.” 

Hunter was reminiscing on his past, he still remembered the first day they met. “He went on a solo exploration and he stumbled upon our territory. The other wolves wanted to kill him off but I stopped them. My wolf knew, he knew that our mate had found us at last.”

Enid couldn’t believe what was happening, his ancestor was mates with an Addams? Her wolf was prowling in hope that maybe Wednesday really was her mate. If it happened once, then surely it can happen again?

“So Curly was your mate?” The blonde asked, she wanted to be sure.

“He wasn’t just my mate, Enid. No, he was my true mate .” The bombed dropped and the implications that came with it were astronomical.

Wednesday just knew that her great uncle was the worst of the worst in Addams terms. Not only did he have the dreaded Addams curse, but he was also a true mate. That combination was a disaster waiting to happen. It terrified her.

“The true alpha that killed an entire village–” Enid trailed off,

“–was me.” Hunter confirmed. “They attacked my pack and killed my mate. I was a lost cause. So as my last act, I got my revenge.” 

“A true mate is a curse for the very reason why they’re a blessing. Love makes us do irrational things. Love brings happiness, but once that love is taken away? Anger and pain replaces it. It’s dangerous.” 

“So all Enid needs is to find her mate?” Wednesday asked, looking forlorn.

Hunter was taken aback, “Find? My dear, she has already found her mate.”

“What?” The psychic whipped her head to turn towards the sheepish looking blonde. “What does he mean by that, Enid?”

“Well… about that…” Shit. Why the fuck did her dead relative just throw her under the bus like that. This was so not how she wanted to tell Wednesday.

The shorter girl stared at her, eyes boring holes into her entire being. Fuck. All Enid could do was stare at her with bright, shining, blue eyes. She didn’t know how to say it so she was hoping her eyes could convey the love she had for her best friend.

Wednesday blinked as she realized the unspoken answer hidden in the blonde’s eyes. Was she Enid’s–

“Since when.” The psychic asked with a hint of desperation in her voice. “Since when, Enid.”

“After the battle at Nevermore. I shifted because of you, and then you patched up my wounds. A-and I-i just, I just knew!” Enid blurted out, there was no running from it anymore. She was an alpha, a true alpha. She was definitely brave enough to do this.

“Enid…” Wednesday was processing the situation. Deep down she was aware that her feelings for the blonde were different, more intense than what she felt for everyone else. At first she had thought that the funny feelings in her chest were just the result of friendship, but she didn’t feel the same when she was with Eugene. 

She should have known that she was not immune to the Addams curse, no one was. Eventually she would have succumbed to the burning passion of falling in love, just like every relative of hers. 

“It makes sense, you know?” Hunter interrupted the pair, “It’s incredibly poetic how An Addams and a Sinclair are once again fated to be mates.”

“Maybe this is the universe's way of making things right. A second chance if you will.” The spirit gazed into Enid’s eyes, communicating a hundred thoughts with one glance. 

“Do what I couldn’t, kid. Live a long terrible life with your mate. I reckon she will love that, as all Addams do.” He smiled, the pain of a bitter end was lessening. If Curly and him were unable to write the love story of their dreams, then at least their descendants would be able to.

Hunter’s spirit was fading, he was turning translucent. “Seems like my time is up. The plane is calling me back.” 

“Thank you for all your help.” Enid thanked him, slightly sad to see him go so soon. She really liked him. 

“Your help was much appreciated. Safe travels.” Wednesday too, thanked the spirit. Anyone who loves an Addams deserves all her respect. It wasn’t an easy thing to do after all.

The spirit of Hunter Sinclair disappeared and the crypt was once again surrounded by one final gust of wind.

“So… What now?” Enid faced Wednesday and asked as she stared into those dark eyes she has grown so fond of.

“I am unsure.” The psychic admitted, “But I am sure that you have made me a fool who wants nothing but to see you smile. A fool who seeks warmth despite living with the cold her entire life.”

“You have changed me, Enid.” 

“A good change, I hope?” The blonde asked, smiling that stupid smug grin of hers that Wednesday despises with a burning passion. 

“The best change.”

Enid really wanted to kiss Wednesday right now, but it wasn’t the right time or place. There was no way in hell she was going to let their first kiss be in her dead relative’s crypt. She had no doubt that the other girl wouldn’t mind, as she lived for creepy things like this, but the blonde is going to save the crypt kiss for another day.

“I guess you’re stuck with me now. Forever.” The blonde teased the shorter girl. 

“On the contrary.” Wednesday let a small smile out, “You’re the one that’s stuck with me.”

“Am I supposed to be scared?” Enid leaned down and placed a soft kiss on the psychic’s forehead.

“You should be.” Wednesday replied, leaning in closer to the blonde’s warmth. 

“I guess I could live a life being scared every day if it means it’s a life with you.”

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If you were to ask past Enid if she ever thought she would be mates with her creepy as shit roommate, she would have called you crazy and maybe recommend you to check yourself into a mental hospital to get checked out.

Though present Enid knew that past Enid was very much in denial because the moment the blonde met Wednesday something in her just knew. 

As their eyes first crossed on that fateful, gloomy day. Enid’s wolf howled in her ears that the psychic was going to be important to her. She just didn’t know how important; until she transformed for the first time just so she could save her best friend’s life.

She spent so much time ignoring her wolf’s whines to stop denying what was right in front of her. The blonde was a naturally touchy person, and yet she found herself always wanting to be in contact with the psychic, despite Wednesday’s aversion to touch. 

Of course, Enid has always been nothing but respectful, always making sure she doesn’t cross her roommate’s numerous boundaries. Though, sometimes when the blonde is too excited or emotional, she unknowingly leans in closer and invades Wednesday’s personal space and even gives slight arms touches.

In hindsight, the fact that Wednesday never seemed truly bothered by her touch should have been a huge hint that there was something different between the two of them. If anyone else even attempted to touch the psychic without warning then they would have been six feet under.

Which brings them here.

The two girls were currently sitting side by side on the blonde’s bed, processing the revelations that their seanse has brought them. They were wrapped up in silence, but the comfortable kind, the kind where you don’t have to say anything, yet it still feels like you’ve said everything.

“I rarely find myself not having the words to say what I’m thinking.” Wednesday broke the silence first, causing Enid to grin at her fondly and reply with a teasing, “Have I made the great Wednesday Addams speechless?” 

“Well technically, Hunter Sinclair made me speechless.” The psychic pointed out that it was due to the werewolf’s ancestor revealing the truth about their relationship that has caused her to be at a loss for words. 

“True.” Enid nodded in agreement, before frowning. “I still don’t know whether I should hate him for telling you before I could, or thank him for speeding it along.”

Wednesday stayed silent as a thought sprung up in her mind. “Enid..” she said, causing the taller girl to look in her direction.

“Would you have really told me about our status of being…” The shorter girl paused, seemingly feeling tentative about continuing her words, “...mates.”

Both Enid and her wolf burst into happiness at the fact that the word mates actually came out of the other girl’s lips. “Of course, I would have!” she exclaimed, “I was just taking so long because I never knew how to tell you.”

“So, it wasn’t due to the fact that you did not want me to be your mate?” The blonde’s eyes widened in surprise at the shorter girl’s question. Did Wednesday think that Enid didn’t want her? 

“Oh, Wednesday…” The werewolf opened both her palms up and waited for the other girl to place her own hands on top of it before intertwining their hands together. “I’ve always wanted you, and no one, not even yourself, can say otherwise.”

The psychic was usually so sure of herself, however, some small part of her was terrified that Enid was too good for her. An Addams ran towards love, but Wednesday ran away from it.

For the longest time she thought that she was above the curse bestowed upon her family, looked towards her peers and felt nothing except the occasional burst of disgust and loathing. 

Not until Enid. 

Enid with her bright colors and cheerful outlook in life, who saw the best in people, who still managed to be so loving and caring despite the people she grew up with. 

Enid, who respected her boundaries, didn’t question the weird and creepy outlook she had on life, barely bat an eye at Thing’s existence, who ever shied away, and never stopped trying even when Wednesday kept pushing her away. 

Enid, who always came back. 

Enid, who stayed.

How could Wednesday not succumb to the curse when Enid Sinclair was made by the universe especially for her.

“I am aware that I am not necessarily the easiest person to love.” 

But please do so anyway.

“This is one of the rare times that you’re wrong, because Wednesday Addams is the easiest person to fall in love with.” Enid countered, she was making it her life’s mission to make sure that her roommate– no, her mate , knew just how in love she is with her.

“Modern literature would say otherwise.” The psychic replied, fully aware that she was thousands of miles away from the characteristics of a perfect lover that the blonde favored in her various forms of media. 

“Modern literature doesn’t know you like I do.”

“Enid…” Wednesday whispered, her breath wavered slightly, eyes were wider than usual, softer too. Soft in a way that was reserved only for the blonde sitting next to her. 

The werewolf’s eyes subconsciously flickered downward to the soft, pale lips that were only inches away from her. What would it feel like to capture them between her own?

Wide eyes followed the blonde’s gaze downward and the psychic felt her pulse quicken at the knowledge that the taller girl was staring at her lips. And without meaning to, Wednesday felt herself lean in just a little bit closer, lessening the gap between them, and–

“ENID SINCLAIR, I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU’RE DOING, BUT YOU BETTER START GETTING READY FOR KIARA’S PARTY!”

Wednesday hoped that her Grandmama was in need of some new, furry, decorations.

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Sparkly red glitter was sprinkled all around the pack house’s ballroom. It was nauseating to say the least. Well, if you asked Wednesday, that is. 

The San Francisco wolves were dressed to the nines for once, finally showing a glimpse of their vast wealth as everyone wore gorgeous dresses and well tailored suits.

“A shame, red used to be my third favorite color.” The psychic commented, she gained yet another reason to despise the redheaded wolf vying for Enid’s affections. 

“You mean after black and white?” The blonde asked with a raised eyebrow and amused grin.

“Yes, red blood looks especially striking, splashed on white as the Rave’n proved.  If only it were real blood instead of paint.” Wednesday was apparently still disappointed at the normie prankster’s lack of finesse. 

“Maybe you’ll like purple? Some shades really pair well with your overall aesthetics.” Enid recommended, though, she was unsure her heart was ready to see Wednesday wear something with even a hint of color on it. 

“I’m quite partial to light blue right now. It’s growing on me.” The shorter girl nonchalantly replied, before heading towards the buffet table to indulge in some appetizers. She hoped some cyanide would help make the food more palatable for her tastes. 

Blue? Enid asked herself. Why would Wednesday like blue– Oh! Her eyes were blue!

If the blonde was in wolf form right now, everyone would totally be able to see her tail wagging in excitement. Unfortunately, Enid once again failed to notice that her very powerful pheromones were spreading across the hall and gaining the attention of every single person in attendance.

The supposed star of the night was in an adjacent room getting ready for her big entrance in what was supposed to be the best night of her life, and even she could smell the strong scent of Enid.

Esther and her own mother were in the room with her, helping her with final preparations. All three of them wanted the night to be perfect, an event to be remembered by the entire pack for years to come. 

“Enid is here.” Kiara remarked nervously to the older wolves fussing over her appearance. 

“She’s cutting it a little close as usual.” The Sinclair matriarch snarked with a frown, “You should teach my daughter how to be more punctual once you two settle down.” 

“Are you sure your daughter would be a good mate for mine? All you’ve done is complain about her!” Kiara’s mother asked, she wanted the best for her daughter and it seemed like Enid was just a mess waiting to happen.

The birthday girl frowned at her mother, “Enid’s fine mom, she’s really sweet and kind. Plus she’s gonna be the next alpha! What more could I possibly ask for?”

“A wolf with a spine?” The older redhead replied.

“I’m sure they’ll be fine, as long as they like each other, right? Besides, Kiara can make Enid do anything, that girl is a pushover through and through.” Esther waved off the other mother’s worries.

“Thanks… I think?” Kiara was confused if the Sinclair matriarch was complimenting Enid or not but she just shook it off. She has way worse problems to deal with right now. 

“What about Wednesday though?” 

The alpha’s sister looked towards her in confusion, “What about Wednesday? She’s just my daughter’s roommate and best friend.” 

“Are you really sure there’s nothing going on with them? They’re always together and Enid seems to really care about her.” Kiara was still worried despite Esther’s nonchalance attitude towards the psychic. Some part of her knew that Wednesday Addams was the biggest threat to her happiness. 

“Well of course they are dear, they’re roommates!” Yeah, that really wasn’t as reassuring as the Sinclair matriarch thinks. 

Esther brushed the last strand of stray hair into place and took a step back as she admired her handy work. For all her daughter’s disappointment, at least she was bringing in a strong bloodline into the family. 

“Oh, my baby looks so beautiful!” Kiara’s mother burst into tears, her little girl was blossoming into a woman and she couldn’t be any prouder. And to think her daughter’s mate is the future alpha too!

“Here, dear.” The Sinclair matriarch handed the birthday girl a sparkling bottle of Anise extract. “One final touch!”

Kiara stared doubtfully at the tiny bottle, this fragile little thing could either lead her straight down the aisle or completely blow up in her face. “Are you sure I need to use it?” she asked for nth time.

“You should really stop doubting me, dear.” Esther lectured her, “I know what I’m doing! Why, I used the exact same trick on my husband when I was your age, and look where we are now? Parents of the future alpha!”

“Okay.” The birthday girl finally nodded in acceptance as she looked at herself in the mirror. “Let’s do this!”

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The hall was packed to the brim with pack members of various ages. It wasn’t often that they get the opportunity to dress up and have a fancy party, so any excuse to do so is met with great enthusiasm. 

Tonight, especially, has been long awaited as there were rumors that the young Sinclair girl was going to be the next alpha and that the birthday girl was to be her mate and second in command.

The werewolves still shivered in fear or anticipation anytime they were reminded of the last full moon. The Hundt cousins have never seen eye to eye, and yet none of them expected for their rivalry to reach such great heights. 

It was unfortunate that the current Alpha’s son went to such drastic measures and therefore lost his ability to shift as he was a great loss to the powerful bloodline he was fortunate enough to be blessed with. 

But what really surprised them that night was the sheer strength and power of the youngest Sinclair, of whom they previously thought to be the runt of the pack. It was crazy how such sheer power was present in such a soft looking young girl.

If the rumors were to be believed that the young Sinclair and the youngest Louvel were destined to be mates, then that would mean that all three of the pack’s most powerful bloodlines would merge into one single family as their first child comes into the world. 

Such a thing was both terrifying and exhilarating as they just know that the future child will be the strongest of the strong, especially considering that one of their mother’s strength is currently unfathomable.

While everyone was waiting for the birthday girl to finally make her grand entrance, Wednesday and Enid were busy in a world of their own, tucked into a corner away from prying eyes. 

The blonde could not take her eyes off of the psychic, she was entranced in a way she has never been before. She always knew that her mate was gorgeous, anyone with eyes could see that, but it was only starting to hit Enid now that Wednesday had the kind of beauty that people only  write about in stories.

Eyes so dark that they shine, eyes that tell so much yet so little at the same time. How those eyes are sharp to everyone else, but soften towards her. 

Lips that are pale yet plump, that look so soft that the only thing Enid can think about is capturing them with her own in a gentle dance only the two of them would ever know the steps too.

Hair in signature braids, but pinned up just for tonight. Hair that only she gets the privilege of seeing wet and messy, and being able to be the only person allowed to brush them out. 

Skin so cold to the touch that it almost makes Wednesday feel dead. Skin that warms whenever it welcomes Enid’s gentle caress and subtle touch. Skin that only Enid is allowed continuous access to.  

To witness Wednesday Addams' beauty up close is an honor not many get to have, yet an honor Enid is blessed with every single day. 

“Your continuous staring is flattering, however I must tell you that it is starting to feel unbecoming.” The psychic, of course noticed the werewolf’s entranced stares, it wasn’t like Enid was hiding them in the first place. However, she was still unused to having someone stare at her with a gaze full of admiration and captivation that it made her somewhat uneasy at the unfamiliarity. 

“Sorry.” The blonde blinked to refocus her eyes, “It’s just, you look so…” Enid stared at her again and breathed out, “...ethereal.” 

Despite her best efforts, the shorter girl could feel her pulse quicken as blood rushed towards her pale cheeks at the breathless way the werewolf uttered the words out. “Why must you be so galant at such inappropriate times?”

Enid just grinned down at the blushing girl and shrugged in a nonchalant manner, “You bring it out in me I guess.”

Deep down, however, the blonde was in internal panic. Why the fuck could she not control her mouth to not just blurt out all the compliments she has for Wednesday constantly? Has her mind not heard of silent admiration? 

Her wolf howled in protest, what was so wrong with telling her chosen about how much she adores her? The entire world should know that Wednesday Addams was hers and that the psychic has accepted her into her life.

Why was her wolf such a fucking simp? Why the fuck was Enid such a fucking simp?

Music played and heads snapped towards the grand doors at the entrance of the ballroom. It seems like the birthday was finally gracing them with her presence after making them wait for an unacceptable time. 

Privately, Wednesday thought that her family does grand events far better than these pack of wolves. A glimpse of her attending the next Addams Gala flashed through her mind, but this time she had Enid by her side.

The doors slowly opened as the music approached an appropriate pace for strutting down the line, and as the freshly turned sixteen year old finally made her debut, there was a pause as all the wolves took in a collective inhale at the unfamiliar scent that lingered in the air. 

Kiara used the Anise extract.

Gradually, the effects of the Anise spray were apparent as it invaded the werewolves' senses as they started to get rowdier and more hyper than usual. Some young pups were already starting to run around and howl. 

“Is this part of some werewolf tradition unknown to me?” Wednesday asked as she witnessed the hyperactive wolves seemingly lose all their inhibitions. As the psychic was the only non-werewolf in attendance, she was unaware of the scent that was present in the air.

“No.” Enid spoke through gritted teeth, she was feeling the effects but was trying her best to stay in control. “There’s an unfamiliar scent in the room, I think it’s some sort of dognip?” 

“Dognip?” The shorter girl questioned, “Who would be foolish enough to use such a stimulant in a room full of wolves?” Such a herb is dangerous if not used in moderation and without gradual exposure. 

“Considering Kiara is the only person to enter the room before this shit show…” The blonde forced herself to respond, her senses were so heightened that she could feel herself just want to smother Wednesday with affection. 

“That foolish girl, where would she have even gotten a hold of such a stimulant?” The psychic muttered to herself, San Francisco was turning out to be much more mysterious than she first thought. 

Enid gave a grunt of pain as she dug her nails into the palms of her hands to prevent herself from outright attacking her mate without thought. She was honestly in better control than all of the other young wolves combined as her packmates were howling and running around the hall. 

The older wolves were barely in control of themselves as it is as they forced themselves to stay in place instead of joining the rowdy youngsters who were ripping the decorations that once graced the ballroom. 

Their only saving grace was clutching on to their mates and breathing in each other’s scents in hopes that it overpowers the Anise in the air. This was one of the examples on why mates were a lifeline that wolves are fortunate enough to be blessed with.

Kiara was still at the entrance of the hall as she stood there horrified at the display in front of her. She was in tears as what was supposed to be the best night of her life was ruined in a blink of an eye. 

The redhead scanned the room in hope of locking eyes with Enid and the blonde finally recognized Kiara as her mate. That, in itself would single handedly save the birthday girl’s entire night.

Finally, she spotted the blonde near the left corner of the ballroom, Kiara could see that the future alpha was in pain and trying to keep herself in control. She was delighted to witness such a sight as that meant that Enid needed her mate in order to feel relief.

This was it! Kiara was finally getting her happily ever after. All she ever wanted as a child was to meet her mate, the single person on this planet who would love her unconditionally. 

Her parents always told her her destined person would be powerful so they taught her all about responsibilities and duties so she would be able to be the best mate she could be.  

But, just as the birthday girl was heading towards Enid’s direction, she witnessed Wednesday gently take the blonde’s hand into her own, allowing the distressed wolf to bury her nose into the crook of her neck. 

Kiara felt her heart break as the girl she believed to be her mate breathed in the psychic’s scent and visibly showed signs of relief. 

Enid wasn’t her mate.

The redhead felt so stupid, why did she ignore all the obvious signs? Why did she allow herself to fall further into her delusions? Why did she listen to Esther Sinclair, of all people when everyone knows that she barely knew her children at all.

There was nothing else she could do but run out of the ballroom to allow herself to process her emotions and to grieve something that was never hers in the first place. All Kiara ever wanted was to meet her mate and be happy but it seemed like she wasn’t destined to have that one thing.

So Kiara ran, leaving behind a mess of a birthday and a hundred out of control werewolves. She would deal with the consequences tomorrow, for now she just wanted to cry.

Why did Kiara Louvel think that Enid Sinclair could ever be hers when it was clear as day that Enid Sinclair has always belonged to Wednesday Addams.

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Every being on the planet longs to find that one person who will love them unconditionally despite every flaw and every insecurity. More often than not, people dive into relationships not knowing if they are with their one true love, taking risks and trusting that their heart won’t end up broken.

Werewolves are part of the few who are lucky enough to know who they are destined to be with for the rest of their lives. For all of the normies' fear and hatred of all things outcasts and supernatural, they feel envious of this ability. 

A mate is a wolf’s lifeline, their breath of fresh air, the light in the dark, their very reason for being. It’s romantic in a way that every werewolf has that one special person destined to be with them, yet tragic all the same because once they are apart, they will never be the same again.

To be an Addams is to live and breathe the macabre, the spooky and the weird, become the outcasts of outcasts. To be an Addams is to be cursed from birth to only love one person, and to love that person with everything they are.

Two souls destined to meet, one as dark as the darkest night and one that shines brighter than the morning light. Two souls, destined to fall in love despite every factor that says otherwise. 

The two souls who are currently up on the Sinclair household roof, looking up at the sun rise with limbs intertwined leaving no space between them.

Last night’s birthday party brought nothing but disaster as the Anise extract caused hundreds of wolves to go haywire. Their only saving grace was the fact that Kiara, of her own accord, chose to leave the scene early before the effects started to become worse.

Alpha Torin along with the council of elders have launched an investigation in regards to the events that transpired. Kiara was unfortunately nowhere to be found right at this moment, therefore there were no current leads.

“What do you think possessed Kiara to use dognip at her own party?” Enid asked the psychic as she tighter her arms around the shorter girl and deeply breathed in the comforting scent of her mate.

“I am uncertain.” Wednesday answered, “Though, I have no reason to believe that she acted alone. There must have been another mastermind, seeing as I doubt Kiara is resourceful enough to get a hold of such a controlled stimulant.”

The werewolf hummed in agreement. It was definitely out of character for the redhead to do something of that scale. She has known the other wolf since they were in diapers, and while Kiara did have some manipulative tendencies, she had never been this desperate. 

“She must not have thought of the consequences of her actions which leads me to assume that someone significantly older than her has reassured her that there would be none.”  The psychic went silent after sharing her assumption, there was another theory in her mind, however, she was unsure if Enid would be accepting of it.

Enid stared at the shorter girl and noticed the slight furrowing of eyebrows. “You can say it you know, it’s clear you have something else in mind.”

Wednesday returned the blonde’s gaze, “Are you certain? I… I do not want to hurt your feelings.” She then turned away, cursing how her heart was so gentle and soft when it’s about the blonde.

“I’m a big girl, Willa.” Enid smiled down at her, causing a traitorous part of the psychic to swoon like a lovesick fool. “You don’t have to spare me, I can take it.”

The shorter girl slowly nodded in agreement, “Very well.” She turned her gaze back towards the blonde, tilting her head back in order to look up at the taller girl. “I’m sure you are aware of Kiara’s less than obvious advances towards you?” 

Pulling back in shock, Enid stared at the other girl in utter bewilderment. “W-wait, what? Can we back track? Kiara was making a move on me? Since when?” 

Tilting her head slightly to the right, Wednesday blinked up at the shocked blonde. “Have I not shared my observations of your obliviousness with you before?”

The blonde felt all the blood rushing towards her entire face, she most probably looked as red as a fire hydrant right now. How could she admit to her mate that she often zones out when they talk because she gets distracted by the psychic’s beauty? 

“I m-must have forgotten…” She tried to play it cool by brushing it off and avoiding eye contact.

Wednesday narrowed her eyes at the obvious lies coming out of the blonde’s mouth. “We will be coming back to this topic, but as I was saying. Kiara has been making advances towards you, and there’s only one adult werewolf who would be more than enthusiastic to help the redhead in her efforts of chasing you.”

Understanding dawns on Enid’s face at the psychic’s words. Of course, it honestly says a lot by the fact that she wasn’t even surprised anymore. 

“My mom.” The blonde states, nodding bitterly. 

The psychic felt like an apology would be inconsiderate at the moment, so she took the initiative to take hold of the werewolf’s hand and place a gentle kiss on the back of it in comfort.

“I don’t even know why I still keep hoping that she’ll actually accept and love for who I am.” Enid cried out, tears streaming down her face causing Wednesday's heart to clench in anger directed towards the poor excuse of a mother that is Esther Sinclair.

“I’ll never be good enough…” 

All traces of bloodthirsty fury disappeared from the psychic the second the blonde uttered those words. Did Enid really not know just how good and enough she already was?

“You already are.” The tearstained eyes that gazed back into the psychic’s own dark ones were almost enough to make her commit a crime, consequences didn’t matter. 

“I have always believed that the world was dreadful, that living things were annoying beings who were full of greed. Not until I met you.” Wednesday had no clue how someone who was repeatedly failed by her own family could turn out to still be so full of color and happiness. 

“Enid, you are the single good thing on this Godforsaken planet.”

The werewolf let out a teary laugh at the psychic’s words, “Babe, I’m upset, stop trying to make me swoon.” 

Wednesday scrunched her nose at the horribly cliche pet name that the blonde bestowed upon her. “Have you no creativity? How dare you call me such an atrocious term of endearment.” 

“If you hate it so much, then why are you blushing?” 

Fuck, Enid was so in love with this girl.

“Because for some unfathomable reason, I find it terribly hard to hate anything that relates to you…” The honest confession slips past the psychic’s lips. Curse her own self for being such a traitor to her own ideals.

“What the fuck, Willa! You can’t just say shit like that and expect me to not want to ki–” Enid cut herself off as she realized the words she was about to utter.

Wednesday snapped her head towards the blonde so fast that her twin braids flicked through the air. “Continue what you were saying.” 

The blonde looked reluctant, her heart was beating so fast inside of her chest that she wouldn’t have been surprised if the other girl could hear it.  

“Enid…” The shorter girl coaxed the blonde, staring up at her with wide eyes.

Closing her eyes, before opening them up again to look her mate in the eye. Enid succumbed to the other girl’s wishes and continued, “...to kiss you. You can’t say things like that and expect me to not want to kiss you.”

The first person Wednesday ever kissed turned out to be the very monster she was hunting down. It was frankly a horrible experience, however, the right person might just change her beliefs in regards to kissing.

“So why don’t you?” 

Enid could feel the air leave her lungs at the other girl’s question. Wednesday wanted to kiss her just as much as she wanted to kiss the psychic too. Sure, they had that small moment in her bedroom right before her mother interrupted them, but she thought it was just a fluke. 

Just as the werewolf gathered the courage to raise her hand to press against the psychic’s cheeks and lean in so very slowly, loud howls came from the direction of the southeast boundary of the pack territory. 

Owooooooooo! 

“Rogues…” Enid recognized the feral howls of lone wolves who have lost their humanity. 

Wednesday turned towards the direction of the howls and observed how the San Francisco pack all came together, rushing out of their homes, prepared to defend their home despite the fact that the moon was not at its fullest, meaning they were unable to shift.

“I’m familiar with the term rogues, but how do they come about exactly?” The psychic asked, eyes gleaming with excitement at a potential confrontation with feral beasts.

“They were werewolves who were rejected by their packs, couldn’t find their mates, the ones who didn’t survive being lone wolves, so they lost their humanity, forever stuck in wolf form with no coherent thoughts left to guide them. They’re feral and rely entirely on instinct, making them slaves to the wolves they were once at peace with.” 

The psychic focused back on Enid and saw the sorrow shown deep beneath the blue eyes she has long since fallen for. “Back at Nevermore…” She started realizing why the blonde feared being a lone wolf.

“You told me you feared becoming a lone wolf, it’s because–”

“–I didn’t wanna become a rogue.” Enid finished, confirming the thoughts inside the psychic’s head. “I was never the best wolf growing up, so I tried to be the best human instead. To lose my humanity meant losing the one thing that made me, me.” 

“It’s why I’m so terrified of being a true alpha. I don’t wanna lose control.” 

“And you won’t.” Wednesday assured her, “Not while I’m by your side.” The shorter girl would never let Enid’s fears become a reality, there was nothing she was not willing to do for her beloved.

“You have more humanity than most humans do anyway.”

That got a laugh out of the worried blonde, “Yeah, most normies are pretty horrible.” 

Owooooooooooo! 

The pair once again turned towards the howling rogues who were seemingly getting closer and closer to the boundary. Enid couldn’t help but worry about her packmates as they would only be relying on their claws and enhanced senses to fight against feral wolves. 

“Hey babe, please tell me you have more silver weapons with you.” It was probably best that they get off of the roof and help the others with defending the pack’s home.

“I even have a wolfsbane bomb Pugsley made if things were to turn drastic.” The sadistic glee laced in the usual dry tone was notably noticeable. 

Enid had to smile at that, of course her mate would find joy in the impending catastrophe they were bound to be in. “That’s my girl.”

“Will you use your wolf form? You’re the only one who can shift while not under a full moon.” Wednesday asked, choosing to ignore the slight redness on her skin at the blonde’s words.

“I don’t know if I can control the transformation yet.” The blonde frowned, as much as she wanted to help, she didn’t know if she could manage turning on command just yet.

“I know you can.”

Fuck. If they weren’t in a life or death situation, Enid would have most definitely kissed Wednesday senseless by now. Why were they always interrupted?! She just wants a fucking kiss. 

Owoooooooooooo!

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Howls and snarls grew louder as the rogue wolves approached the boundary of the pack territory. Alpha Torin stood grim in front of his packmates as they prepared to defend their home with nothing but the claws on their fingers and a few silver weapons tucked deep into their armory.

It had been a while since their relatively peaceful pack was threatened by wild wolves, a couple of decades in fact. Which means the younger wolves have no idea how brutal a fight against rogues would be. Especially since they were hindered by their inability to shift without a full moon.

The Alpha knew that casualties during the battle would be inevitable so he only hoped that they would be as few as possible. Just like all Alphas should be, he was more than ready to give up his life if it meant his pack would be safe.

Deep down he knew the pack would be in good hands if Enid were to step up in his place, if only his sister would refrain from her nagging ways. His niece was a good kid with a great head on her shoulders, and he trusted her to make the right decisions if it ever comes to it.

He only hoped his mate would be okay without him, though he knew his death would break her just like how their son’s act of trouble did. Torin felt like a huge disappointment, he had failed his family, but he would not fail his pack.

Moon Goddess please send us a miracle.

The first rogue broke through the tree line and headed towards the gathered werewolves snarling and growling like the feral beast it was. With one swipe of its claws it took down three packmates at once. 

From then on, all hell broke loose. The San Francisco wolves knew they would not be able to beat the rogues, but they at least wanted to slow them down enough for some of the women and children to escape to safety.

Enid and Wednesday arrived at the boundary to chaos all around them. A sea of blood was growing on the forest floor as bodies surrounded them. The blonde hoped they were only injured but she knew some of them were most likely gone.

“Wednesday…” The werewolf called, she was shaking in fear or anxiousness, she wasn’t sure.  “I can’t do this, I’m too weak.”

“You took down a hyde, these wolves are nothing compared to him. ” A moment of silence was shared between them as they spoke with their eyes. Enid’s blue orbs looked scared, while Wednesday’s looked sure.

“Show them your strength, Cara Mia. ” The blonde let out a gasped, she knew that was what Mr. Addams called Mrs. Addams as a pet name. Wednesday called her my darling, Wednesday called Enid hers.

Holy Shit.

Enid’s heart started to beat faster as she felt her body run warmer, her bones breaking and snapping back into place, fur growing all over her, ears and a snout extending from her features, and finally, her fangs sharp enough to kill grew from her upper jaw. 

Her wolf stood tall with her mate beside her and as she scanned the battle going on in front of her she let out a piercing howl that momentarily silenced both sides. 

Owooooooooooo!

Fallon couldn’t believe his eyes, there was no mistaking the huge wolf running straight to rogues as anyone but his sister. No other wolf had pink and blue streaks on their fur. But how? Werewolves can’t shift without a full moon under normal circumstances. 

Enid leapt through the air and bit the neck of a rogue sneaking up to attack her uncle and flung him across the forest floor. A chunk of flesh was left clasped in her jaw as the twitching wolf whined in pain.

She turned towards her uncle and growled in greeting, before sprinting back towards the battle to help more of her packmates. Even though they treated Enid horribly when she turned out to be a late bloomer, she still remembered the pack who treated her like a princess when she was a toddler, before everything turned to shit. 

Three, seven, and then twelve, rogues were all defeated as she rushed around the battle. Enid refused to be a killer, even though these feral wolves deserved death for attacking their pack. 

She didn’t have it in her to kill anyone, even her worst enemies. Besides, there were punishments worse than death, and everyone deserves judgment. 

Even Wednesday was refraining from dealing killing blows in respect of the blonde’s wishes. She knew Enid does not like death, so she had to get creative. The psychic had to admit that it was more fun making sure her accuracy was good enough to seriously injure but not kill.

The large wolf let out a growl in warning at the rest of the rogues while also letting out pheromones to signal her dominance. The rogues would not win tonight, so they should flee now or else.

Bowing in forced submission, the feral wolves got the message that they weren’t the most powerful being in the battle anymore as they turned to flee. All except one rogue who was the biggest of them all, far bigger than a regular werewolf, but still not as impressive as Enid’s own.

The blonde crouched down, ready to lunge at the beast rushing towards her, but the wolf seemed to have a shred of intelligence left as it headed not for Enid, but towards the girl who smelled like her. 

Enid growled in fury as the rogue pinned the psychic to the ground rearing back to bite, how dare this beast lay a claw on her mate. She sprinted faster than she had ever sprinted before, tackling the rogue of Wednesday and tearing into its neck as she sliced through the wolf’s ribcage.

Her assault continued until the rogue stopped breathing all together, as it layed surrounded in a pool of its own blood and flesh, dead.

“That’s enough Enid, it’s already dead.” Alpha Torin slowly approached the still growling wolf, hands up to show he wasn’t a threat, however the blonde was still overcome with rage that she growled at him, preparing to attack.

Torin stopped as he noticed the lack of clarity in the blonde’s eyes, he trembled in slight fear at the viciousness he found. 

“Enid! How dare you growl at your alpha! Show some respect!” Esther was appalled at her daughter’s lack of manners. The battle was over so why was the wolf still on edge? It’s not like her roommate is dead.

Fallon silently cursed his mother’s stupidity, what the fuck was wrong with this woman and how the fuck did he and Enid turn out to be sane with an influence like Esther Sinclair.

The wolf turned towards the screeching woman she failed to recognize as her mother, snarling in hostility at the old hag screaming at her. Esther almost fainted from shock at the action, she was terrified as her daughter looked to be one second away from mauling her to death.

“She’s out of control! Subdue her–” Esther screeched in fear, before Murray finally did something for the first time since his marriage. He clasped a hand in front of his wife’s mouth to prevent her from saying something worse.

Enid growled at the woman's words. How could these puny wolves subdue her ? She was clearly far superior than any of these untransformed werewolves.

“Enid…” Wednesday had gotten up from the forest floor, clutching at a wound on her side. “...That’s enough.” 

The growling wolf snapped her head towards the wounded human who called for her. Her hostile eyes softened slightly as they laid upon the psychic, some part of her recognized the tiny human in front of her.

“Now, what makes you think Enid would listen to you when she wouldn’t even listen to her own mother–” Esther temporarily broke free from Murray’s grasp as she tore into Wednesday for her audacity to even believe she held any power over her daughter.

Enid growled at the annoying woman again, why was this bitch so loud? Who did she think she was?

“ Enid.” Wednesday let out a warning again, making the wolf turn her focus back towards the psychic. 

Taking a shaky step forward, Wednesday held out the hand that wasn’t clutching her wound out towards the still alert wolf. She approached slowly, never breaking eye contact, watching in relief as the blue orbs slowly gained clarity. 

Enid stood still as the tiny human got closer to her, her wolf was telling her that this girl could be trusted. Skin touched fur and suddenly everything made sense for the blonde.

Wednesday. Wednesday. Wednesday. This girl was Wednesday, Wednesday was her mate.

The hostile and growling wolf was replaced by a soft, eager puppy smiling in happiness, nuzzling the hand on her snout. She was so excited that she barely spared a second thought before she let out her long, wet tongue to lick the cheek of the pretty girl in front of her.

Wednesday froze in shock as the wolf’s tongue made contact with her skin. Did Enid just lick her? She ceased her slight petting at once, how dare this puppy cover her in drool.

The wolf let out a whine at the loss of contact between them. Making Wednesday sigh in defeat, once again cursing her family for the curse placed upon her. 

Slowly but surely, the giant wolf shifted back into the blonde haired girl she was fated to be with. Thing was stood at the ready, pink, fluffy, coat in hand, ready to offer it when needed. 

The psychic accepted the offered coat, stepping forward to wrap the once again human, Enid up to cover her up from the cold. 

“Are you okay?” Wednesday asked in concern, the werewolf was covered head to toe in blood. Enid nodded, as she was processing the event that just happened. “None of it is mine, I think.” 

The shorter girl thinks she just fell harder at the thought that her wolf came out victorious from a fierce battle without a single scratch on her. 

“But, Willa. I just killed someone.” The blonde said shakily, her lower lip was jutting out in a pout as tears started to pool into her eyes. 

“No. You said rogues have lost their humanity, you didn’t kill anyone, you just killed a beast.” Wednesday refused to have the werewolf feel bad for saving her life. “Okay?”

“Okay.”

Esther pushed Murray back with all her strength as she marched her way towards the pair. “Now wait just a minute. What is going on here, Enid? Why would you listen to this strange girl over your own mother? And how dare you growl at me, at that! Have you no shame.”

The psychic has had enough of this woman’s miserable charades, pulling a silver dagger seemingly from thin air, she pointed it towards the Sinclair matriarch's throat. 

“Seeing as you have no shred of intelligence inside your frankly useless brain, let me spell out what your other peers have already realized.” Wednesday stepped forward, ignoring the woman’s furious stuttering. 

“I. am. Enid’s. Mate.”

Esther blew up in rage at the psychic’s words. How utterly preposterous! “Of course you’re not! Enid is Kiara’s mate, that’s the entire reason I gave her the Anise extract–”

Widening her eyes in realization at her slip up, the Sinclair matriarch glanced helplessly at her brother, pleading with him to ignore her own admission. 

“TBH mom, I’m disappointed, but not surprised.” Enid stared at her mother with pure disappointment in her eyes. Turns out, Enid was never a disappointment, it was her mother who failed and not the other way around. 

“Esther…” Torin looked towards his sister in defeat. He couldn’t understand why she would do something like this. First his son, and now his sister, was his family cursed or what? He failed his family, and he will never forgive himself for it.

Wednesday was just about ready to speak her honest thoughts towards the disgusting excuse of a mother, however her wound had gotten the better of her and she collapsed, barely grabbing on to Enid to prevent herself from crashing to the ground.

“Wednesday!” The blonde shouted out in panic, how could she not notice her mate was injured? 

“Fallon–” She turned towards her brother.

“Go. I’ll handle things here.” The older Sinclair sibling nodded in understanding, gesturing Enid to get out of here and take care of her mate.

Enid allowed Thing to climb on her shoulder as she bent down and picked up Wednesday in a princess carry before rushing towards her house. 

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Arriving at the house, Enid headed straight to her room where she gently placed the psychic on the bed. Thing rushed to the first aid kit that Wednesday always packed with her wherever she went.

“Thank fuck, you’re always prepared.” The blonde accepted the antiseptic and cotton Thing handed her. “This is gonna sting.” 

“This isn’t my first tryst with pain.” Wednesday spoke through gritted teeth, keeping in the pained groan from escaping her lips.

Enid took the scissors and cut open the psychic’s shirt, wincing as she finally saw the ugly cut. Normally, she would be nauseous at the sight, but considering she just killed someone for the first time, she figured she had other things to worry about than fainting from the sight of blood. 

Wednesday hissed as the antiseptic made contact with her sliced skin, the pain soothed her as it reminded her that the battle was over and her beautiful wolf had reigned victorious.

As Enid was unfamiliar with stitching as of now –she was definitely gonna learn how to, seeing as she feels this would be a recurring event in their life– the blonde allowed Thing to stitch Wednesday’s wound up before she applied a bandage to secure it in place.

Finally done with treating her mate’s wound, Enid allowed herself to breathe in relief. The worst was over, hopefully. 

“You were amazing tonight, Cara Mia. ” Heat burned the blonde’s skin as locked eyes with Wednesday. Those dark orbs were staring at her with so much intensity that it made her shiver.

“Call me that again.” Enid was shaking as she tried to stop herself from doing what she’s been wanting to do since forever.

“Cara Mia.”

Leaning forward and finally capturing the lips that have been taunting her for months, the blonde wrapped an arm around the shorter girl’s waist, mindful of the wound on her side, as her other hand crept up to cup Wednesday’s cheek, her thumb caressing the dimple that appeared.

All of her senses were filled with her mate all she could see was dark orbs staring back at her, all she could hear was the rapidly beating heart in sync with her own, all she could feel was cold skin that was a stark contrast to her warmth, all she could smell was ink mixed with a floral scent that had a hint acidity hidden beneath, and all she could taste was Wednesday.

Deepening the kiss further, Enid risked a nip at the other girl’s lower lip, taking advantage of the shocked gasp to snake her way in and allowing their tongues to meet and dance. 

Wednesday had never realized that a kiss could make her feel this way, it was as if all the air inside her lungs had been replaced with electricity as her heart sped up till it was beating the same rhythm as the one hidden in the chest pressed against hers. 

There was no vision of a morbid beast this time around, no. Instead, she was filled with images of hands intertwined, gentle forehead kisses, a hand steady and firm on her waist, a tickling breath brushing against her ears, stolen moments hidden from anyone else’s view. All she knew at that moment was Enid.

Lungs started to protest from the lack of air, making the pair reluctantly pull apart from each other. Breathing hard to make up for the lack of oxygen, Enid stared at the swollen lips in front of her and privately thought that pink looked good on Wednesday.

The psychic’s eyes were closed, allowing a moment of vulnerability to escape her. Her father was right, a kiss with her chosen would change her entire being, she will never be the same again now that she knows how her beloved tastes.

“Please tell me kissing can be our thing now.”

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Love was a weakness that Wednesday Addams was proud to not have, to not be a slave to one's own emotions, to be dictated by someone else’s very being. She had allowed herself to believe that she was above such fickle feelings, content with the fact that all she ever needed was herself.

Her days were spent in darkness and the cold, relishing the macabre as most Addams’ do, yet everything changed on the fateful day that she arrived at Nevermore Academy. Wednesday has never been blinded by such color and brightness, nor has she felt anything as warm before. 

Enid Sinclair has changed her, has brought a shred of light to her dark days, a hint of warmth to fight the coldness of her eyes, shattering the walls she has spent so long building up, and softening the heart that she once thought to be unshakable. 

Kissing was one such activity that Wednesday abhorred to her core, to witness her parents engage in enthusiastic and passionate exchanges has disgusted her to the point where she had thought she would never see the point of why people subjected themselves to it.

Her first kiss with a boy only further proved her point, the spine shattering pain of a vision of the very monster she was hunting assaulted her and made her ever more against such a disgusting act.

And yet against all odds, Enid has once again challenged her beliefs. Upon the first touch between their lips, one coated in artificially flavored lip gloss, and one cold yet incredibly soft, Wednesday was transported into visions of the future, a future she wished to share with no one else except her beloved wolf.

Enid’s kiss was the closest she will ever get to reaching heaven, if not for the strong arms keeping her grounded to the earth. How the blonde managed to be the death of her by stealing the air from her lungs, yet make her feel so alive by the way the blood was pumping so very quickly in her heart, was unfathomable to her. 

Wednesday always kept her eyes open in case of danger, but with Enid she allowed herself to keep them close in order to savor every moment she was in the other girl’s arms.

Being alone was Enid Sinclair’s biggest fear, to be a lone wolf with no one to stay by her side, to lose control and lose herself. She had lived most of her teenage years in constant anxiety that she will never be a real werewolf, that she will never belong with her pack.

Every full moon she would stay locked up in her room, staring at the glowing reminder mocking her in the night sky of what she was unable to do. Never escaping the howls from her fellow wolves, a call she didn’t have the capacity to return. 

Wednesday Addams of all people had managed to make feel a little less alone despite the fact that she always seemed to be pushed away. More than Yoko, or even Ajax, more than her loyal followers waiting for her to update her blog for the latest Nevermore gossip.

Speaking of Ajax, she had always felt like there was something wrong whenever they kissed. Her wolf would howl inside her in protest, claws coming out uncontrollably whenever she was with the gorgon. 

Now she knew the reason why, her lips were only meant to be kissed by one person, the owner of her heart, her mind, her body, her everything. The one person on this planet destined to be hers, chosen especially by the universe to complete her.

Growing up she had always held the tiniest resentment against the moon goddess for making her a late bloomer, but now she owes the goddess a million thank yous for sending her Wednesday.

Enid used to hate the moon for reminding her of what she couldn’t have, but now she looks up at the sky and she gets reminded that Wednesday is with her and she’s not alone anymore.

The two of them spent the entire night nestled in each other’s embrace as they exchanged soft kisses between murmured nothings only they understood the meaning of. 

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Fallon stood outside Enid’s room with the intent of waking the sleeping girls up and informing them of the aftermath of last night’s events. But, he just couldn’t find it in him to do it.

Everything has changed, their lives were a total mess right now and he just wanted to pretend even for a minute that that wasn’t the case. 

His cousin went bat shit crazy and almost killed his sister, his childhood friend dosed the entire pack with fucking dognip, and his mother turned out to be even more insane than he previously thought! It seemed like the only thing that hasn’t changed was his cowardly father who was still unable to utter a fucking word no matter the situation.

No one has changed more than Enid though, his little sister hasn’t been the same since she came back from her boarding school with scars to match the hardened look in her once innocent eyes. 

Who was he kidding? His sister had never been innocent, how could she when she was busy taking on the pressure their mother constantly put on her, or the way the entire pack would constantly ridicule her for inability to shift. 

Enid has dealt with bullshit all her life.

And yet this was the first time Fallon saw his sister stand up for herself, the first time he's seen her be unapologetically herself. Enid was definitely braver than he was considering she was able to gather the courage to tell their mother off.

Which brings him to the reason why. Wednesday Addams has truly changed his sister for the better. Enid finally has someone worth fighting for, and because of that she has also realized that she deserved more than the unfortunate cards she was dealt with.

The happiness and pride that Fallon felt for Enid overpowered his sadness and guilt. His little sister was growing up and a part of him felt like he wasn’t needed in the next part of her journey anymore. 

Gone was the little girl who would hop on his back in surprise attack, the little girl who would crawl under his legs and giggle uncontrollably once caught. He was no longer the person Enid would hold hands with for comfort, no, she had Wednesday now.

Fallon could only pray that Wednesday would take care of his sister, in all the ways he used to and more. 

Taking a glance at his wrist watch, he winced at the time knowing he had to tell the girls what was going on now before it was too late. 

Knock, knock! He heard a mumbled acknowledgement for him to come in as he opened the bedroom door. 

“Hey.” Fallon greeted as he stepped inside to see the two girls sat side by side on the foot of the bed as Enid was giving the strange disembodied hand a manicure. He wasn’t even going to ask, this had Wednesday Addams written all over it.

The younger Sinclair looked up and gave him a small smile in greeting, “Hey.” she softly replied. Thing gave a small wave to him as well, while Wednesday gave him a barely noticeable nod in acknowledgement.

“So…” He stepped further into the room, taking a seat on the bright pink swivel chair in front of Enid’s desk. “...About last night.”

Enid finished painting the last of Thing’s fingers, turning towards her brother in anticipation and unease. “You mean the shit show?” 

“You can say that again…” Fallon sighed out, the emotional toll finally engulfing him. 

“I’m assuming the utter defeat written all over your face suggests that something less than savory pertaining to your mother has occurred.” Wednesday uttered her observations, preparing herself to offer comfort to Enid if needed.

“Bullseye.” The older Sinclair sibling responded, looking over with tired eyes. “You’d make a good detective.” he added, noticing the slight widening of eyes at his compliment. Huh, so that’s how Enid reads the other girl.

“Alpha Torin along with the council has made the decision to conduct a trial later today to investigate her actions.” Fallon broke the news, avoiding eye contact as he couldn’t look at his sister in shame. 

Enid was surprised by the news, “That quickly? Trials are usually held after a week, right? That’s why Melvin almost went insane in solitude, it was easier to confess his crimes that way.” 

“Usually, yes.” Her brother agreed, “But, Kiara was found this morning, she was wandering the northern boundary, near the village. Last I heard she spent the past few nights in a motel there.”

“At least she was safe from the rogue attack.” While Enid held resentment for the young wolf, she didn’t want her to get hurt. Especially since her mother shared the blame, she was still just a kid after all.

“Yeah, but that also means there’s now a witness, and Kiara’s mother has also agreed to come forward and testify.” Fallon looked absolutely tired. His mother has brought upon an irredeemable mess to their family. 

Wednesday admired the fact that the Louvels’ at least had the decency to admit their wrong doings, their accountability almost made up for the stupidity of their actions. While they held part of the blame, most of it is attributed to the mastermind that is Esther Sinclair. 

The psychic had a few choice words for the wicked woman, not only was she a terrible mother, but she was also an incompetent scheming idiot. What kind of self-respecting schemer would admit to their own crimes? What an utter fool.

Esther only had one redeeming quality and that was the fact that she gave birth to two respectable children who were much better than she was, which leads Wednesday to believe that the Sinclair matriarch was possessed at the time of accouchement. 

“She’s going to get banished, isn’t she?” Enid asked, already knowing the answer to her own question.

“I don’t know kiddo.” Fallon stood up and placed a hand on the sullen girl’s shoulders. “Whatever happens, happens. Just remember that she’s the one who brought this upon herself.” 

The blonde teenager gave a nod in acknowledgement, though it was clear as day that she was buried under her own thoughts. Her brother knew she needed the time to process everything so he turned towards the silent girl who has never once stopped being in contact with Enid.

“The trial starts at 4:00 in the afternoon, make sure she eats.” He took the nod as both an agreement and dismissal. 

The shit show was about to be shittier, yay.

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When Enid envisioned a trial, the picture in her mind was a scene from legally blonde as Elle Woods breaks the patriarchy with one pink blazer at a time –admittedly, part of her was still bitter that someone else introduced Wednesday to the wonderful world of chick flicks– she never thought that her first experience at an actual trial would be for her mother.

It was currently 3:45 in the afternoon, a mere 15 minutes till the trial starts. Practically the entire pack was in attendance, the council hall has never been this full before. The blonde understands though, this was the juiciest event of the decade, a scandal of all ages, the fall of the Big Three, it was horrible. Which is why people wanted a front row seat to all of it.

“Willa, what if they make me testify?” Enid anxiously whispered to the stoic girl beside her. She has not let go of Wednesday’s hand since they left the house. “I don’t know what I’ll do!”

“Based on my own theorizations, it’s more than likely that you’ll be called to the stand.” Wednesday hated the pained whimper the blonde had let out, “I understand you’re anxious, however it is of utmost importance that you just tell the truth.”

“Your…” The shorter girl pauses, “...Mother, is in a lot of trouble. I had Thing flip through some of your pack laws and the use of any form of stimulant directed towards another wolf is punishable by banishment.”

“Shit.” 

That’s it, her mom was doomed. There really was no saving her from her own stupid actions. Part of her felt sorry for the inevitable punishment her mother was going to be sentenced with, but if she was gonna be honest, most of her just wanted to mourn the mother she never had.

Fallon arrived, taking the spare seat next to Enid, gently tapping her back in comfort. No words were exchanged as the two siblings shared a glance that spoke entire sentences. Today, they’ll lose their mother, not that they had her in the first place, at least, Enid never did.

The older Sinclair sibling spared a second thought for their father, he didn’t know if the old man could survive whatever harsh punishment will be issued towards his mate. Will he follow their mother, or stand by his children? 

Unfortunately, he already knew the answer. Their father was a spineless coward and a poor excuse of a wolf. Murray Sinclair was the disappointment of their proud bloodline, their ancestors must be rolling in their graves at witnessing such a doormat of a wolf.

To be perfectly honest? Both their parents were a huge disappointment so he never understood why they kept calling Enid one when it was clear as day that they were the ones who failed.

Squeeeeaaaaak! The right-side door near the judge's podium opened up causing everyone to focus their attention towards it. Two guards entered escorting a disheveled Kiara and her nervous mother. Enid couldn’t help but pity them for falling victim to her own mother’s schemes.

The left-side door finally opened as well, the judge coming inside escorted by a guard. The audience watched as she took a bow before them, taking a seat right after. She was followed in by a sullen looking Alpha.

Torin looked like he hadn’t slept in years with how deep the bags under his eyes were. Looking at him, one couldn’t help but feel pity for the once proud wolf. 

Well, this was it. The beginning of an end. 

Doooooong! The old clock tower outside of the council hall chimed, it was time to start the trial of the century. 

The judge stood up and greeted the assembled wolves in attendance. “Good afternoon, I am Elder Michelle and I will be acting as the judge for today’s trial. Bring in the accused!”

As Elder Michelle sat down, the entrance doors opened up to reveal Esther with an escort of eight wolves. By the suspicious and cautious glances of her guards, it was noticeable that she had tried to get out of this trial prior to her arrival.

After being escorted to her seat, next to her silently worried mate –werewolves didn’t believe in lawyers when it came to pack crimes– the judge began her oath to preside over the trial fairly and truthfully. 

“Let’s begin! Esther Sinclair, you have been accused of conspiracy and endangerment to the pack, procurement and use of a controlled substance banned by pack laws, as well as manipulation of a minor. How do you plead?”

“Not Guilty! I’ve been framed! It’s all that stupid bit–” The Sinclair matriarch roared out her outrage before being interrupted by Elder Michelle.

“Silence! You’re already on thin ice Mrs. Sinclair, do not attempt to thin it out even more.” 

Taking the silent glower as confirmation for her cooperation, the judge continued. “May I call Kiara Louvel to the stand?”

Enid watched as Kiara and then Mrs. Louvel testified about witnessing and being an accomplice to her mother’s crimes. It was all a blur for her, she couldn’t concentrate on the event unfolding in front of her.

The blonde’s heart was beating a mile a minute, pounding in her ears making her unable to hear anything else. Her only saving grace was the small, cold hand intertwined with her own. Keeping her grounded in spite of the mess around her.

“You’ll be fine, my love.” Wednesday whispered beside her, laying a soft kiss on the hand holding hers. “You’ve been through worse things than this.”

A small smile appeared on the werewolf’s lips, “My love?” she asked, “Since when have you called me that, babycakes?” 

Slightly scrunching her nose at the atrocious calling of babycakes she replied, “I have realized that while Cara Mia is a perfectly acceptable term of endearment, it unfortunately reminds me of my parents and I refuse to be like them even more than I already am.”

Before Enid could reply to her mate, the judge called out her name. 

“Enid Sinclair? To the stand please.”

The young wolf sighed out and braced herself for whatever questions Elder Michelle would ask her. As she stood up, she gave Wednesday’s hand one last squeeze, seeking comfort and strength from her mate.

Enid was barely aware of her surroundings, she couldn’t focus at all, her steps were shaky as she tried her best to remember how to walk. Her senses were consuming her, so she did the only thing she could think of.

Wednesday.

She focused on the psychic’s steady heartbeat, syncing her own with it and calming her down slightly. Next, she zeroed in on Wednesday’s familiar scent, drowning out everyone else’s as no one else is relevant to her. 

Hunter Sinclair was right, only a true mate can calm down a true alpha.

“Enid, have you ever noticed your mother exhibiting strange behaviors lately?” Elder Michelle asked her gently.

The blonde turned towards her, desperate to make eye contact with her mother, who she was sure was glaring at her to lie her way out of this. “She’s always been a little overbearing, but I’ve noticed she became even more so when I got back from school.” 

“And do you have any idea as to why?” The judge inquired further, “An event, or a situati–”

“–I’ll save you the trouble.” Enid interrupted, “Respectfully, of course.” She raised herself to have manners, thank you very much.

“There’s only one reason my mother ever does anything.” She continued, glaring a hole down towards the floor, fists clenched. “She wants her daughter to stop being a disappointment .” 

“LIES!” Esther roared in outrage, how dare her daughter not help her get out of this mess! It was Enid’s fault she was even here in the first place!

“SILENCE!” 

“Oh Enid, have you wolfed out yet? I’m sending you to conversion camp to fix you! Oh, you finally transformed? Let’s look for a mate to control you, because obviously need someone to take care of you!”

“ENID SINCLAIR, YOU SHUT YOUR MOUTH RIGHT THIS INSTANCE!” The Sinclair matriarch stood up in fury, her face was red with anger, hair in a crazy mess as it shook along with her.

“Bite me!”

The blonde knew it was childish, but she couldn’t help but stick her tongue out at her mother in spite. She has had enough of this woman, while some tiny part of her will always feel attached to the woman that gave her life, she will never feel the love one was supposed to have for their parents.

Wednesday watched the trial go on with barely concealed amusement, she knew Thing was hiding somewhere getting the entire event on video, one of the few perks modern technology has brought upon.

There was something so satisfying about watching her beloved go against her sorry excuse of a mother. It only made the blonde even more attractive in her eyes, seeing the spiteful fury hidden behind the blue eyes she wanted to drown in every second of every day.

How she longed to gaze into those depths for the rest of her life. 

“Enough!” It seems Elder Michelle has already reached her patience as well. Being in Esther’s presence will certainly do that to you. What an awful woman to be acquainted with. 

“Due to the evidence found and numerous testimonies, Esther Sinclair, you are hereby found guilty against all charges and hereby punished with the full extent of the pack laws. From here on out, you are now a lone wolf as you have been banished from the San Francisco pack with no reconsideration for the next 10 years.”

An uproar erupted as the audience heard the final decision of Elder Michelle, this was the first banishment in a decade adding that with the knowledge that this wolf was part of the big three families made the news much more scandalous. 

How the mighty have fallen, first it was the Alpha’s son who went crazy using an illegal potion, now the Alpha’s sister risked the entire pack’s safety and sanity by manipulating a minor to do her bidding while using a controlled substance. 

Privately, Wednesday thought this was why dynasties wherein only the same families alternate power were a waste of time and potential as more often than not, the next generations all turn out to be disappointing at best. 

“THIS IS AN OUTRAGE! I am a perfectly respectable member of not only the pack, but the council as well! You all need me, I refuse to be banished!” Esther screeched out, she was being restrained by four guards because she attempted to throw her chair at the judge. 

“My decision is final and irreversible, find yourself lucky that I did not strip you of any financial aid the pack has provided you with so that you may start a new life elsewhere. Preferably, as far away from pack land as possible.” Elder Michelle stared at her, speaking with finality. 

“Guards, take her away and escort her to her quarters so she can start packing her belongings. You have 24 hours to vacate pack territory before you suffer even more consequences.”  With that final instruction, the judge gathered her papers, gave one last bow towards the audience, and a pitying nod to Alpha Torin, she left the council in order to file the paperwork of this case. 

Enid stayed by Wednesday and Fallon’s side while they watched her mother go crazy in the clutches of the pack guards. Their father was off to the side, looking worried as he witnessed his mate be manhandled like a feral beast. 

“Your mother got what was coming for her. Do not feel guilty.” Wednesday attempted to comfort the blonde, awkwardly giving her pats on the back.

“You’ve gotten slightly better at cheering people up, but you could definitely improve.” The young werewolf appreciated the thought, if it were anyone but her, the psychic would have probably ridiculed them for feeling bad about a guilty person’s punishment. 

“Her pathetic attempts at becoming a criminal mastermind were subpar at best, how she thought she could get away with her idiotic plan is beyond me.” Fallon was looking at the shorter girl like she was a psychopath, his sister actually digged chicks like this? 

The blonde let out a choked laugh at such a perfectly normal comment from her mate. Wednesday was so adorable sometimes, it made her feel so giddy. “Okay, that’s enough out of you. Fallon looks like he's gonna have a heart attack.”

“YOU!” 

Esther heard the laughter coming from her daughter’s mouth and became even more enraged. “How dare you laugh while I’m being treated like a wild animal! This is your fault, you stupid little bitch! You’ve ruined my life!”

“Mom! How could you say that? Enid had nothing to do with this, it’s all on you!” Fallon stood up for her, their mother has really crossed all the lines she possibly could. It’s like he doesn’t even recognize her anymore. 

Was this the version of their mom that Enid had to grow up with? He never realized how lucky he was that at some point in his life, their mom actually acted like a mom to him. How could he be so blind to not notice how much his little sister suffered through? 

“Even my own son is turning against me? I raised you better than that! How can you stand there and watch your poor mother be treated like this?” 

“You deserve it!” Fallon replied, he was starting to realize that there was nothing left but the shell of a mother who once tucked him into bed, the one who encouraged him to be the best wolf he could be. She was gone, and he just had to accept that.

On the other hand, Enid had known a long time ago that their mother wasn’t the perfect mother wolf she portrayed herself to be. Harsh words still echoed around in her head, saying she was weak, pathetic, and a disappointment. 

Her mother never raised her, she had to fend for herself as soon as it was clear that she was going to be a late bloomer. The only gratitude she felt for her parents was the fact that they kept her fed and gave her the necessary things she needed, but other than that? She held no attachment towards them. 

Once upon a time she might have loved her father, but he has remained silent for far too long. What kind of father just stands there and watches as their wife ridiculous their child? Fallon was really the only she could count on in this broken family. 

“Mark my words Enid, you will always be a disappointment and nothing will ever change that! You are a poor excuse of a wolf and that’s all you will ever be! Just look at the mate you chose? Could you sink no lower, because really you chose a human, the weakest of them all!” 

Grooooooooowl! 

Enid could handle the taunts towards her, but no one was allowed to disrespect her mate. “Shut up! Wednesday is far from weak, she is the strongest person I know!” 

The blonde felt herself start shaking in fury, her claws were coming out as her fangs grew in from the top of her jaw. “She is the only person who saw me as Enid, not a werewolf, not a disappointment, but just Enid.” 

“And what can she do for you? She’s a child!”

“She’s certainly more mature than you, for one! And don’t act like I need you either mom, you have never been there for me, so why would I need you now? All you ever care about is appearances and being a proper werewolf family that everyone respects. You hated the fact that your daughter couldn’t wolf out because it ruined the illusion of grandeur that you craved your life to be. Well, news flash mom! You aren’t special, you’re just delusional!”

“Enid, that’s enough!” Murray stepped forward and attempted to placate the raging teenager. 

“Don’t even get me started on you dad! You’re worse than mom! How could you always just stand there and watch her tear into me over and over again? You keep saying you’re proud of me, but that’s not enough! Not anymore. I’m over your silent observer act, this isn’t a movie, you don’t get to be father of the year by doing nothing!” 

Silence followed Enid’s outburst, she was breathing heavily after letting out years of frustration built up inside of her. She was truly and completely done with her family, she has held onto the hope that things will change long enough. Her parents were a lost cause from the very beginning. 

The council hall was still filled with their packmates who all witnessed the confrontation between them. Some of them couldn’t help but worry that their most influential families have all fallen apart. What would the future hold for their pack at this rate? 

“You will be nothing without us.” 

Esther had to have the last word as she always did. But Wednesday won’t let her, her mate has suffered under the hands of inadequate parents for far too long. 

“On the contrary, Enid has excelled without your help for years. She has a 4.0 GPA and has never dropped out of the top 5 in our year’s ranking despite leading various co-curricular activities. Constantly volunteering her services for the school and encouraging unity amongst peers, all while running the most prestigious blog about Nevermore and its occupants.”

The psychic gave the pair her signature deadpan stare and continued her spiel, “Bottom line is, Enid has never once in her life needed you. She has made something of herself all on her own. 

“Furthermore, to address your queries of what I can do for her, I’ll have you know that the Addams’ are part of the richest families in the world and I will spare no expense or resource to give Enid everything she desires.”

It was completely inappropriate for Enid to be thinking about nothing more than carrying Wednesday out of the council hall just to kiss her senseless, but she was honestly so in love with the other girl right now. 

People have no idea just how romantic Wednesday can be, and she does it so unknowingly too! It was like the psychic was just born to be so passionate about everything and Enid was a complete goner. 

This was so not the time to be a simp.

“And what about the pack? Are you just leaving them in the dust while you run off with your… whatever she is?” Esther needed to learn when to shut up.

“There really is no reason you should be caring about the pack at all, to be perfectly frank with you. You are no longer part of it.” Wednesday pointed out with a drawl. 

“No thanks to you, you stupid little bitch! You corrupted my daugh–” 

“Esther, that’s enough!” Alpha Torin finally spoke out, he was so desperately tired of his sister’s ways. “You’ve done enough, the clock is ticking. J-just go home and pack your things.”

The Sinclair matriarch stood there in shock, was her own brother turning against her too? “Are you not even going to try and defend me? Torin, I’m your sister!”

“You were once.” Torin replied, “But, not anymore. Guards go ahead and escort her, make sure she doesn’t do anything else.” He nodded towards the wolves restraining her.

Everyone watched as Esther was finally dragged out of the hall kicking and screaming all throughout. It was finally over, the most influential female wolf in the pack had officially gone insane and got herself banished. 

Torin looked towards his niece with sullen but understanding eyes, “Enid, I’m not sure what the future holds for you, but just know I’ll be here to support whatever path you decide on.”

“Thank you, Uncle.” The blonde teen replied, grateful that at least one adult in her life was sane. Her uncle was a better role model than her parents ever were. “I don’t really know what I’m going to do next.”

“Well, whatever you do, you already have someone to do it with.” The alpha nodded his head towards the psychic hovering by Enid’s side like an alert guard. “You’re not alone anymore, kid. And I’m sorry you ever felt that way.”

“Not your fault.” 

Enid was unsure of what tomorrow would bring her, but she had her mate, and she was starting to understand that Wednesday was all she really needed. Everything and everyone else was just secondary.

Chapter Text

San Francisco was always gloomy, everyday was filled with fog and constant drizzle. The temperature was torturously pleasant as it reached cooler degrees, paired with the most exasperating humidity. 

In short, it was perfect for a pack of wolves who were constantly running hot. 

At the beginning, Wednesday had wondered why someone who seemed like a perfect roommate –in anyone’s terms, but her own– like Enid could have none. But then she spent her first night at Ophelia Hall’s highest room and she discovered the answer.

The room was cold and damp in an unbearable way, that it made sense that only a warmblooded werewolf would ever survive in such conditions. Most of the werewolves resided in a tower on the opposite side of the academy which is why Enid was the only wolf in their hall.

It was also the perfect room for an Addams. 

To some it may seem that the pair of them got the short end of the stick, but in reality? Their dorm room was exactly what they needed and wanted, who wouldn’t want their own bathroom? Sure, it wasn’t an ensuite, but they were the only ones residing on their floor so it was practically a private bathroom for them. 

Not to mention they were one of the very few rooms who had access to a private balcony, perfect for late night serenades with a cello, or an opening up session that Enid had practically scheduled them to have at least once a week. 

Wednesday never thought that she would actually grow to miss their shared dormitory, but right at this moment she did. It was theirs, something so unmistakably hers and Enid’s with the perfectly contrasting designs on either side of the room.

She found that she almost wished they were back already.

Enid’s room as observed upon her arrival, was a poor imitation of the vomit inducing atrocity at their dorm. Splashes of color were nearly non-existent as the blonde’s mother seemed to always throw out any form of eyesore whatsoever.

While the psychic could empathize that sometimes the young werewolves' colors would get too much, she would never go as to deny Enid of something that was so inherently her either. 

In her mind, Enid has now become synonymous with all things bright and colorful, a perfect antonym to her own dark and dreary persona. They should have never worked, but they did. And for that Wednesday was thankful.

“What am I gonna do Willa?” Upon entering her room, the blonde ungracefully flopped herself down on her bed. “Sometimes I miss the days when my biggest problem was not wolfing out.” She mumbled into her favorite stuffed animal.

“I, too, find myself stumped for answers. We are certainly in a unique position.” Wednesday replied, taking refuge on the side of the bed that was now appropriately deemed as hers.

Enid lifted her head up slightly from where she was burying it, “We?” She asked with a hint of barely concealed smugness in her tone. “So, we’re a we now?”

“Don’t be foolish, you are now mine as I am yours.” The psychic replied, ears burning. “We are now cemented in each other’s lives from here on out. I fail to see the reason why we should pretend otherwise.”

Scrambling to sit up, the werewolf tackled the psychic into a hug, wrapping her arms around the shorter girl’s waist and burying her nose into a slim neck. “Do you even know what your words do to me, Willa?” 

“It’s like you don’t even have a clue on how romantic you can be. I’m only a young wolf, babe, don’t lead me into an early grave with your smooth talking.” 

Wednesday frowned, she had thought that the other girl would have liked her ardent declarations. “Do you wish me stop–” 

“–No!” 

“What is it, my words do to you exactly?” The psychic asked, eyes wide enough to just express her curiosity. 

Enid turned to face her with an eyebrow raised, “Is it really not obvious?” 

“If it were, I wouldn’t have asked.” The blonde was surprised, but secretly relieved that her simping went unnoticed. She didn’t think she could handle the embarrassment if her mate ever found out how much of a lovesick puppy she was.

“It makes me want to smother you with kisses ‘till all the breath leaves your lungs and the only thing left you can taste is me. ” A pause followed the werewolf’s passionate declaration, no one can say she hasn’t learned a thing or two about an Addams own brand of romance.

“ Oh .” Wednesday blinked owlishly, an unfamiliar feeling was engulfing her senses. She finds herself not minding the overzealous confessions coming from the blonde’s lips. “I would not be vehemently opposed to such an act if you were to go through with it.”

Taking that as permission, Enid swooped down and captured the captivating lips that have been taunting her for so long. Body relaxing as all her senses are once again being overtaken by Wednesday. She would never get tired of this feeling.

The psychic silently sighed into the werewolf’s mouth, muscles practically melting into the solid figure holding her closely. A wandering hand glided over a flexed bicep, she appreciated the strength hidden beneath her tight grasp. 

Hidden in the darkness of Enid’s room where the only speck of light to be found came from the dim sunlight peeking through the curtains, their bodies were pressed so closely together that not even a shred of space remained between them. 

Each girl felt the other’s heartbeat as their chests were only separated by the thin fabrics of their clothing. It was all too much, yet not enough. Wednesday needed more, she craved to be consumed in everything the blonde had to offer her. 

Lips left hers as Enid slowly placed seering open-mouth kisses on the psychic rapidly warming skin, each one leaving her breathless as she tried to contain the soft gasps threatening to leave her lungs. 

Never before had she felt this intense passion, this longing in her heart, a void only Enid could possibly fill. 

She was dying in a way she had never dreamed possible, dying by the lips of her one true love, dying but coming back to life with each kiss as the blonde breathed life into her over and over again in an endless cycle she longed to keep going forevermore. 

All too soon, the fire shared between them slowly extinguished until only the embers of heavy breathing and flushed skin remained. As entangled lips leisurely disconnected, eyes opened only to gaze into one another’s, letting their souls say what their hearts are dying to.

“You’re getting better at that.” Enid teased, an infuriating attractive smile on her lightly bruised lips. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’ve been practicing without me.” 

“Don’t be absurd.” Wednesday replied, skin burning as an aftereffect of their activities. “Only you have the right to touch my lips.” 

A possessive glint flashed across bright blue eyes as the blonde let out a small growl, “I better be, no one else is worthy of your kiss except me.”

Privately, Wednesday enjoyed the possessiveness Enid had exhibited. They belong to each other, and no one else will ever have the pleasure of knowing what it feels like to own the werewolf’s heart. Afterall, an Addams never shares what is considered theirs.

“Come home with me.” The psychic uttered, longing to introduce her other half to her world, just as the werewolf introduced her to hers. 

Enid let out a gasp at the offer, was Wednesday really inviting her to go home? The implications of that one question alone were endless, it meant her mate was ready for her to properly meet the psychic’s family. “Do you really mean it?” 

“Of course, Mi Amor .” The shorter girl murmured into the sliver of skin exposed to her as she buried her head into the blonde’s neck. “My world is now yours, let your introduction into it be worthy of a symphony by the world’s greatest orchestra.”

“What about the pack? And Fallon, too! I can’t just leave them alone?” There was nothing else the werewolf wanted to do than to accept her mate’s proposition, but she had a responsibility to her pack.

“Do not forget that you are only 15 years of age. The pack has functioned without you for years, and it will continue to function without you.” Wednesday replied to the other girl’s worries. 

“Be honest to yourself, Enid. I know you don’t want the responsibility that has been thrust upon you. Just because you are now the only choice for the next alpha of your pack, does not mean you need to accept it, not if you are unwilling to.”

Knowing her mate was right made her all the more willing to leave San Francisco for a while and get her thoughts back in order. But… “What about Fallon?” she asked.

“Something tells me that your brother will be more than accepting of any decision you make.” Wednesday leaned into the hand gently caressing her cheek, savoring the warmth that it brought her. “Run away with me?”

“Yes.”

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“YOU LISTEN HERE ENID! YOU WILL NOT GET AWAY WITH THIS! I WILL COME BACK FOR YOU AND THE BITCH ATTACHED TO YOUR SIDE!” 

It seemed like Esther was not happy with her current predicament. She was currently being escorted to a pack owned van that will kindly drive her as far away from the territory as possible with all the belongings she was allowed to pack –any non personal item was quickly confiscated by the guards that watched her gather her things.

Murray has made the decision to accompany his mate into her exile as he believed that their kids would be able to handle themselves better. He also knew that his kids had no need of him anymore, and very likely resented him.

“Touch her and banishment will be the least of your worries!” Enid growled back at the screeching woman causing Esther to draw back in shock and fear. 

Having enough of the ridiculous screams, the guards all but shoved the woman into the back of the van and gestured to the defeated looking Murray to follow before locking the doors up. 

“Not surprised dad would join our mother in her punishment.” A sullen Fallon commented from Enid’s side. 

“It’s the one right thing he ever did.” The younger sibling replied, “At least he never left his mate’s side, even if it meant he would lose both his pups.”

“He's a better mate than he was a father, that’s for sure.” He agreed, finally turning to look at his younger sister, noting that she has definitely grown taller. That or she’s finally embracing her ranking. “With everything going on, I forgot to ask you how you can shift without the full moon.” 

Enid was shocked at that, “Wait, did I never tell you?” she blinked, oh my god, she totally forgot to her brother what was going on with her. “I’m a true alpha…” she whispered, looking around making sure no one else heard.

“A what?” Fallon looked confused, he had never heard about a true alpha before. Did they teach this during one of the days where he didn’t pay attention to Werewolf history?

“True alpha are stronger than any wolf, they have the ability to shift any time they want as long as they stay in control.” Their Uncle Torin had overheard their conversation, coming to a stop next to the siblings. “I thought it was a myth, I’ve never met one before.”

“Don’t tell anyone yet.” Enid pleaded, “I know I have to face the music at some point, but I want to be a kid for a little while longer.”

“Of course, kiddo.” Torin ruffled her hair, it was now past her shoulders, and the dyed tips were close to fading too. “You go be a kid for as long as you like.” With that last word of assurance, the alpha headed over to the guards escorting his exiled sister. 

Fallon took a glance towards the glaring psychic who stood two steps away from the family, allowing them to have a semi-private conversation. “Something tells me you’ll be busy anyway.” He said, nodding towards the girl who was now staring at him with contempt. 

“Don’t maim my brother, Willa. I like him, remember?” Enid had a fond smile on her face as she reminded her mate that her brother was off limits. 

“Not even a little?” The older Sinclair sibling felt sweat forming on his back as shuffled a little further away from the shorter girl. “I still have some daggers left on my person, it would be a shame to bring them all the way back to New Jersey with us.” 

“Kiara! Hi! How are you?” Fallon was glad the red head decided to approach them before his sister’s mate really did do something to him.

Wednesday focused her glare towards the nervous looking girl, she still hadn’t forgotten the foolish decision the redhead had made in an attempt to capture her beloved’s affections. 

“Hello.” Kiara greeted back, cautious of the hole the psychic was trying to burn into her. “I just wanted to apologize for what I did. I shouldn’t have listened to Esther.” She bowed, looking genuinely sorry for the mess she took part in.

“It’s okay, I don’t blame you. My mother is manipulative to her core! Plus, it’s like, really hard to say no to her, so I totes get you.” Enid replied, assuring the other girl that she didn’t think she was to blame for the incident, not fully at least.

“Still… She only told me to do those things because I liked you.” Kiara avoided eye-contact by staring at the ground instead. “It’s still my fault for being naive.”

The blonde let out an awkward laugh as she wrung her hands together. “Yeah, about that… I swear I didn’t know you had a thing for me! If I did, I would have definitely let you down slowly!”

“Oh.” Kiara blinked before taking a risk to glance at the psychic who was still staring at her unnervingly. “I guess it makes sense, your wolf probably only had eyes for Wednesday the entire time. It’s not your fault.” She smiled sadly at her childhood friend. 

Maybe in another lifetime they would have been destined to be together. But something was telling her that in any universe Enid and Wednesday would still belong to each other. She could only hope to find someone who looked at her the same way the blonde looked at her mate.

“I’m sort of over you anyway.” Kiara gave a sly grin, joking with the other girl like they did when they were younger, before all the late-bloomer mess. “When I was hanging at the normie village, there was a vampire at the same motel. He invited me to visit his clan next month.” She blushed, remembering the few days she spent with Yuki. 

“How could you move on so quickly?” Enid mock-gasped, returning the joke the other girl started. “In all honesty though, I’m happy for you Kiara.” She said genuinely, the red head has suffered too, it’s nice to know she has her shot at a happy ending too.

“Just have to finish my month-long community service first.” The other wolf sighed, “I deserve it though. Nothing goes unpunished, afterall.”

“You’ll get through it.” The blonde promised, “Soon enough you’ll be ushered away to your vampire’s clan and get spoiled like a princess.” 

Kiara laughed out loud at the image, “See you around Enid.” She smiled one last time at the blonde, looking towards Fallon as well, “Fallon.” She nodded, accepting the offered fist-bump. And finally, “Wednesday…” The redhead bid farewell, “Take care of her.”

“You have my word.” The psychic replied in confirmation, still staring unblinkingly even as the other wolf walked away back to her mother’s side. 

“So…” Fallon figured he could speak now considering Wednesday’s stare was fixated on another. “Are you really heading to New Jersey?” He asked, a little sad at the fact that his little sister was leaving sooner than he thought. 

“I can’t stay here anymore.” Enid replied, raising a hand to gently squeeze her brother’s shoulders. “I need to rediscover myself, and I can’t do that here.” 

“I get it… It’s just, I’m gonna miss you.” He knew his sister was meant for bigger things, far bigger than what their pack can offer her, but he couldn’t help but feel like she was going to forget about him soon.

The blonde launched herself into her brother’s arms, hugging tightly like the way she used to do when they were kids. Arms around a broader shoulders, and legs wrapped tightly around his middle. 

Fallon spun the teenager around like a tornado, savoring each laugh that escaped her. He wished he could go back in time to a little five year old Enid who would follow him around like an eager puppy, ready to imitate everything he would do.

He wished Enid didn’t have to grow up so soon.

“You better come visit me.” He whispered into brightly colored hair, “I’ll be waiting.” 

“Promise.” Enid replied into a strong chest, memorizing the heartbeat within it. It would be a while before she would be able to hear it in person again. She breathed in Fallon’s familiar scent of autumn air and embers, she would miss this too.

Wednesday watched as the two siblings said their goodbyes. Some small part of her felt the absence of her own younger brothers. Pugsley and Pubert irritate her to no end, but she knows deep down that only she will ever be allowed to torture her siblings.

An image of Enid throwing bombs with Pugsley as they make a game of who can get it the farthest flashed through her mind along with a picture of the blonde showing Pubert just how sharp her claws are. 

It was a peculiar feeling, one she was unused to. The blonde manages to invoke all these new emotions in her, but curiously enough, she found herself not minding the unknown at all. 

“I have a surprise for you.” Fallon said as he pulled out of the hug. He smiled at his sister like his eyes weren’t watering. There was no way he was going to start crying, no way at all! 

The first tear fell and suddenly, both siblings were bawling like babies. 

“Why are you crying?!” They asked each other at the same time, “It’s all your fault!” Once again in sync. 

“What’s my surprise?” Enid asked as she accepted the black handkerchief Wednesday handed to her. “You didn’t have to get me anything.” That was a damn lie, everyone who knew Enid, knew she was a sucker for surprises. 

Fallon wiped his tears with his shirt before grabbing something out of his back pocket. He took Enid’s hand and placed the small item there. “Take care of it.”

The blonde curiously looked at the object placed upon her hold and almost caused Wednesday to lose her hearing with how loud the resulting squeal she let out was. There, in her hand was a shiny key which can only be assumed to belong to a vehicle.

“You got me a car?!” Enid was so excited that she brought in both her brother and her mate into a group hug before eagerly running around trying to find the car the keys led to. 

“In the garage!” Fallon laughed as he yelled out, pleased with himself at making his sister happy.

Clank! The garage door opened up to reveal a sleek looking 4x4 pickup truck with a collapsible roof over the bed of it. 

The truck was surprisingly black, the only indication that it was a car for Enid were the pink details done to accents around the body of it. It reminded Wednesday of the outfit the blonde wore during the latest Poe Cup. 

“It looks amazing! I love it!” Enid spread her arms as wide as they could go as she hugged her shiny new truck in awe. “I can’t wait to drive it, OMG!”

“I was under the impression that you do not have your driving license yet?” Wednesday asked, she was unaware that the blonde even knew how to drive.

The siblings looked at each other in mischief, “You only need a license if you get caught.” Enid smirked at the psychic, giving a cheeky wink for good measure. 

“And I rigged this truck to have an engine seven times faster than any police car! If you guys ever get caught, you can easily outdrive them.” Wednesday felt her heart beat faster at the casual admission of breaking the law. She suddenly found herself even more attracted to her beloved with the new found knowledge that Enid partakes in criminal behavior. 

“Sweet! I can’t wait to floor this shit up! We finally have a getaway car in case we need to have some illicit adventures, Willa!” The psychic definitely swooned at that, she could just imagine breaking and entering while Enid was patiently waiting for her as a form of escape. 

Fallon approached the hood of the truck and slashed the metal with his claws. “Entire thing is built like a tank too! There’s no way you guys are going to damage it easily.” 

“Do you have a business card? I have a number of relatives who will no doubt be eager to have you fix them a vehicle.” Wednesday knew of several family members who would like to have an escape car not likely to blow up with them in it. 

“Wait!” Enid gasped as a thought passed her mind, “Do you know what this means?! I can drive us to New Jersey! We don’t have to wait for Lurch at all!” The blonde excitedly jumped around, taking Wednesday by the shoulders and pulling her into a tight embrace. 

“Our first road trip!” 

“Don’t get too excited, champ. Gas is expensive and I don’t want you using up all your savings.” Fallon warned the ecstatic werewolf, he was the eldest member in the family now, he had to be responsible.

“You have no need to worry about such trivial matters.” The psychic waved him off, “I have more than enough pocket money to travel the world and back, twice, if Enid so desires.” 

The blonde would usually be more guilty at having someone else foot the bill of her expenses, but Wednesday was her mate now. What’s her is mine, what’s mine is her, and all that.

“Don’t worry Fallon, we’ll find you a rich mate too!” Enid teased her brother, dodging the swipe of claws directed towards her. 

“Get out of here already! I’m sick of you now.” Fallon scowled jokingly, sometimes little sisters were the most annoying beings in the universe. 

“We still have to pack!” The blonde replied in realization, turning to grab Wednesday’s hand and dragging her up to her room so they can fit Enid’s entire room into suitcases and boxes. “Luckily the truck has so much space! I can definitely fit everything I own into it.”

“Come on, Babycakes! Let’s get ready to go home .”

Home with Enid, Wednesday had to smile at that thought. 

Chapter Text

Never in a million years would Wednesday Addams ever entertain the thought of being domestic with someone else, yet here she was with Enid Sinclair packing every single item the blonde owns into cardboard boxes. 

The sheer vulnerability that came with being in another’s childhood room, seeing all the minuscule items that all have attached memories from the other’s birth up until now. Witnessing how her tastes have changed as she grew to discover all her likes and dislikes. 

From the wore down ballet shoes fit for a toddler, to the slightly shredded blue ribbon received from a spelling contest. Wednesday felt like she was discovering who Enid was before the blonde became her Enid . 

It was a privilege and honor she hoped no one else would ever have the chance of experiencing. 

Colors that were hidden from view, tucked under floorboards or shoved deep into the closet were slowly seeing the light of day. Bright flashes of the rainbow forced to hide away in favor of maturity and status. 

The psychic will never forgive Esther Sinclair for attempting to conceal any part of the woman she now calls hers. How devilish could someone be to tell the sun not to shine?

“Babe, are you sure you have the space for all my stuff? I can totes leave some here–” Enid turned away from her packing to address the other girl helping her.

“–Yes.” Wednesday assured her, again. “The manor has more than adequate space for all your belongings.” She had already asked Thing to inform her family of her return, letting them know that Enid will be accompanying her and to get started on the preparations for their arrival.

Thing had been in charge of her cellular phone during the duration of their visit to San Francisco and he has been exchanging messages with Pugsley in order to keep the family up to date  regarding the events that have taken place while they were here.

The disembodied hand has taken a liking to the soul sucking block of technology, so more often than not, Thing was the one enjoying all of its functions. Wednesday only ever used it herself in order to communicate with Enid, and since they were in the same place, she found no need of using it while she was here.

Speaking of Thing, he had started most of the packing as soon as it was decided that the blonde will be going home with them. In his excitement, he might have gone a little overboard, seeing as he packed some of the books from the pack library that they forgot to return. 

Who was he kidding, he totally did that for Wednesday and her lifelong fascination with all things werewolf related. He found it fitting that his companion has finally found a wolf of her own after all these years.

“You really outdid yourself, Thing.” Enid praised the disembodied hand, “I barely have anything left to pack! All that’s left are the things I’ve hidden away from prying eyes.” 

Wednesday tilted her head, intrigued. It seemed the blonde had more possessions hidden away than just her colored monstrosities. “Such as?”

The werewolf bent down and pushed her bed out of the way to reveal a hidden storage space disguised to match the floorboards surrounding it. “I have my first fang that fell out when I was two! The first claw that got stuck in a boulder after I had a slight tantrum.”

Enid listed out each item she went through, a tinge of nostalgia in her voice at seeing all the things she treasures and getting the chance to share them with her mate. “Look at this one! It’s from my first day at normie school!”

She proudly revealed what seemed like the remnants of a wooden chair, wait, was that blood? “What is it exactly?” Wednesday asked as she inspected the trophy presented to her.

The blonde let out an embarrassed cough before explaining, “Little Enid was told by the older wolves that vampires were our species worst enemy, so when she went to normie school and saw what she thought was a young vampire child, she may or may not have attempted to stake him in the heart.” 

Enid avoided all eye contact as she continued her story, “Turns out, the poor kid was just really really pale and had pinkeye so that's why his eyes were reddish…”

Thing patted the floor to show his amusement while Wednesday poorly attempted to conceal hers. It was a truly amusing picture to imagine a young colorful blonde seeking to eliminate her sworn enemy. “Interesting…”

“It was totally stupid.” The werewolf crossed her arms as she pouted, she was fully aware at how idiotic her younger self was, but cut her some slack! She was a kid!

“I find it endearing, would you be opposed to doing a reenactment? I’m sure there’s a vampire in school that not even Tanaka can tolerate.” Wednesday’s eyes gleaned at imagining a teenage Enid stabbing an irritable vampire straight through the heart. 

Laughing out loud at such a Wednesday reply, the blonde couldn’t help but glance fondly at the girl who now owns her heart. “Well… There is this one vampire idiot who keeps coming onto Divina despite Yoko’s numerous threats.” 

“While I loathed the thought of doing anything for Tanaka or her partner, it is heavily outweighed by my eagerness to maim a vampire of any kind.” A hint of unabashed glee was present in the normally dry tone. 

“No maiming Nevermore students.” Enid was firm in her declaration. “Unless the asshole actually steps over the line, then, and only then, will I let you lose on him.”

Wednesday gave a non-verbal agreement to the blonde’s words, she could never deny anything Enid asked of her afterall. Pushing thoughts of violence aside, the psychic resumed her task of helping her beloved fix her luggage.

Asking herself when she got so compliant to the blonde’s wishes was a mystery in itself. She had vivid memories of doing exactly what Enid told her to do since the very beginning of their relationship. 

Memories of apologizing to Thing just because the blonde asked her to, and transferring her murder board away from the dorm room to pacify the werewolf flashed through her mind. 

Loathe as she was to admit it, she has been smitten with the werewolf since the very beginning. The only reason it took her so long to act upon her desires was because of her unwillingness to succumb to her fate. 

She was glad she did though, Enid has proven to be a welcoming relief and breath of fresh air into her monotonous life. An exciting addition of spontaneity to her normal routine.

A comfortable silence surrounded the trio as they finished up with the rest of the blonde’s belongings. The air had a twinge of excitement at the prospect of a new chapter that was laying in wait in front of them. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” Wednesday was surprisingly the first to break the silence this time around. “I am aware of your need to talk about your feelings and emotions, and I would like to let you know that I am amenable to being someone you are able to talk to.”

Enid stared at the psychic, noticing her slight uncomfortableness with her offer. It made her heart sing at the fact that Wednesday was willing to try for her, even when everyone knows she dislikes emotional conversations. 

“You really are going soft on me.” She said with a small smug smile on her face, “Who knew Wednesday Addams would ever mellow out?” 

“I’m fine, though.” The blonde replied to the shorter girl’s question. “I figure my mom was a lost cause anyway. You can’t really change someone who doesn’t see anything wrong with what they’re doing.”

Enid smiled at her, “Sometimes I think about wolfing out when I was supposed to, would she have cared about me more? But then I realized that just because things would have been different, it doesn’t mean things would have been better.”

“That’s admirable of you.” Wednesday replied, one of the things the psychic had liked about the werewolf since the start was her unapologetic way of being her absolute self. 

Despite Enid participating in the soulless activities of social media, the blonde rarely let the current trends change who she was and what she believed in. 

“Besides, if I wolfed out earlier then I would have never been sent to Nevermore. I wouldn’t have been able to meet you and my life would have definitely been way worse ” The blonde stepped closer and cupped Wednesday’s cheek, caressing the dimple that appeared beneath her thumb. 

“You’re the single best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

How could Wednesday have resisted the urge to claim those taunting lips once more? She acted upon her desires and placed a slow, but meaningful kiss on her beloved’s mouth. 

The psychic was always called the worst of the worse, but here’s a bright light telling her that she was the best. 

Plop!

Thing hopped off the suitcase that he had just finished zipping up and nudged it towards the girls. A quick use of hand signals let them know that everything was already packed and was ready to be brought down to Enid’s brand new truck.

Enid still couldn’t believe that Fallon not only got her a truck, but also modded the hell out of it to make sure it was not only safe, but badass as well. The black really fit in with her new aesthetic too! Who would think the one behind the wheel of such a beast is blonde barbie? 

It was perfect!

Admittedly, her daydreaming of Wednesday and her being like Bonnie and Clyde was a big part of why she was so excited. Thinking of all the romantic dates they could have, and maybe a kiss here and there, had got her blushing like an idiot.

“Why are you blushing?” 

Wednesday’s question snapped her out of her daydream, leading her to stutter out a poor attempt at an excuse of why her blood was rushing towards her face.

“Nothing! Don’t worry about it!” With wide eyes, Enid rushed to bend down and gather as much of their bags as possible, before rushing down the stairs at the speed of light.

Thing turned towards Wednesday and tapped out that the blonde was definitely lying. 

“I know she is, Thing. I just have a feeling that I would rather not know the thoughts flowing through her mind at this moment.” The psychic could feel her own ears heat up at the ideas she has on why Enid was blushing.

“Well, I suppose we should get a move on.” Grabbing the two remaining bags on the floor, the pair followed the blonde to the truck without taking a second glance at the now bare room.

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Arriving at the garage, Wednesday saw the two siblings loading the numerous bags onto the bed of the black truck. 

A thrill went up her spine at seeing such a remarkable vehicle, perfect for committing rather rattling rendezvous. The jet black paint job would do an astounding job at blending into the dark of the night.

Upon coming closer, the psychic handed over the luggage she was carrying and stared at the interior of the truck. If the outside of the truck was more of Wednesday’s aesthetic, then the inside was most definitely Enid’s.

Mix-matched colors of fabric were upholstered onto the seats and detailing of the truck. Fuzzy pillows were also scattered across the back seat, along with a small collection of plushies. 

The psychic spotted a knitted blanket in the passenger seat, it was obviously placed there with the intention of Wednesday using it. She even spotted a small hammock knitted with a mixture of black and pink yarn, hanging from between the two front seats. 

Thing had a special place, especially for him. Oh, how his ego will surely stretch for miles at this addition. 

Fallon loaded the last of the bags inside and closed the door to the roof attachment for the truck. He stared at the door for a while, processing his feelings of his little sister going off to somewhere he wasn’t going to be at.

“So this is it, huh?” Fallon asked sadly, he never thought he’d be sending his sister away so early. He thought he had more time to be an older brother to her, guess it was true when they said that you should treasure every single moment while you have the chance. 

“I’m really gonna miss you, kiddo.” He gave a half-hearted punch to her shoulder. “Don’t be a stranger, okay?”

“I’ll text you so much, you’ll be too busy being annoyed to miss me.” Enid replied, her eyes already watering as she stared at her big brother, trying to memorize every inch of him.

“I’m always gonna miss you.” That broke the dam, Enid couldn’t hold in her tears anymore. She crashed into Fallon’s chest, soaking his shirt with how much she was crying.

“I’m gonna miss you too!” 

Wednesday stepped away to give the two siblings some privacy as they say their goodbyes. While she wanted Enid to find a home at her manor, she did not want her to feel like she was going to forget her own. 

Perhaps they shall schedule visits during their future breaks from Nevermore and whatever university they might find themselves in. 

“Hey Addams!” Fallon reluctantly pulled away from the hug first, “Take care of my sister, you hear me?” He warned the psychic, “I’ll come for you the minute she calls me crying.”

“While I appreciate your threat, you have no need to be concerned.” Wednesday gravitated towards Enid’s side like it was a natural act for her to do. “An Addams cannot hurt those they love.”

“Good.” Fallon replied, satisfied. He might not necessarily understand what that statement meant, but he got the sentiments. His sister was in very good hands and he had no doubt that Wednesday would be at her side every minute of every day.

“Get out of her before I change my mind about letting you go!” 

Enid gave her brother one last squeeze and a kiss on the cheek before stepping away from him and closer to Wednesday, taking her hand into her. 

She took comfort in knowing that even though she was leaving behind Fallon, her uncle, and the entire pack, she had her mate with her, and that was all she ever really needs.

The blonde led the psychic to the passengers side and helped her get in, Thing quickly trailing up after his charge and settling in his new hammock. 

“You like it? I figured you’d earned a more comfortable seat after all the crawling around you did here.” Enid asked Thing as she entered the driver’s side and buckled up her seatbelt. 

After signing his approval and gratitude, the disembodied hand quickly found a good position to sleep in and dozed off before the engine even started. 

“It seems he finally wore himself out.” Wednesday commented, a hint of fondness in her eyes could be seen as she gazed at her companion. 

“Poor Thing deserves it, we had him going around acres of land 24/7!” Enid replied, finally starting the engine and taking a moment to hear it roar and purr to life. 

“Are you drooling?” 

The blonde totally didn’t wipe her mouth discreetly at that question, “No!” she replied before arranging the mirrors to make sure they were in the right position. 

“Shall we?” She asked the girl in the passenger seat, getting a nod in confirmation.

“G’bye, Fallon.” Enid whispered, knowing he would be able to hear it.

“Bye, little sis.”

As the pair drove away from the place where Enid grew up, the blonde couldn’t help but stare at Wednesday. 

She wasn’t sure when her feelings for the psychic started to change: the first time she had thoughts of silencing lips who kept saying blunt remarks with her own, when she longed to cross the invisible line that separated them from being friends to something more.

Part of her has always known since the first moment Wednesday walked through the door of their shared dormitory. 

The first “Howdy” that left her lungs, the first time her eyes had the honor of gazing upon the beauty dressed in monochromatic tones, a stark contrast to her own bright wardrobe.

Enid tried to deny it at the beginning. Tried to ignore the wolf inside of her howling at her to be with her chosen one, rattling in the confines of her heart to move towards their destined mate. 

She was to blind to see at first, but now she sees it as clear as a cloudless sky, there is only one being on the planet who can make her complete. 

“You're staring at me again, mi lobo.” Wednesday could feel the burning stare of her beloved pierce through her warming skin. Bright blue eyes gazing at her with deep adoration that her cold heart skipped a beat. 

The psychic still remembered the day when she realized that someone had managed to make a crack in her carefully constructed walls. When a sliver of light shined onto her darkness, a splash of color into her black and white world. 

After playing her cello for the first time at their attached balcony, Enid had approached her in curiosity, that was also the same moment that the blonde met Thing for the very first time and accepted his existence without even blinking. 

Enid had accepted everything about her, even the parts most people would recoil at.

That moment was the first shred of vulnerability Wednesday had willingly shown someone in years. Some part of her black heart felt pained upon seeing the werewolf share her inability to be a full wolf. 

Witnessing people cry was normally one of her favorite forms of entertainment, but she could never handle it when Enid was the one shedding tears.

At the beginning Wednesday had thought the foreign emotions flowing through her were of friendship as she never had a true friend before. But as time went on, she was hit with the realization that she was finally succumbing to the curse passed down to her. 

Their hug changed everything and nothing at the same time. They needed the reminder that each of them survived, that they were alive and still there. Going home and parting ways after that was torture that not even Wednesday could enjoy. 

“So…” Enid glanced towards her, “Before we head to New Jersey, I thought I could show you around the city first? We haven’t really left the pack territory during your stay and I wanted to show you more of where I grew up.”

“Would this be our first…” Wednesday trailed off, staring at the blonde. “...Date?” 

The werewolf blushed as she focused her gaze on the road, “I hope so, yeah.” She gulped, looking at the psychic from the corner of her eye. “Are you up for it?”

“I would go anywhere with you.”

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San Francisco was cold and foggy, but that didn’t mean that it was boring. There were so many sights to see around the famed Bay City, but Enid knew there was one place where Wednesday would really love visiting.

Alcatraz Federal Penitentiary.

“You brought me to Alcatraz?” Wednesday asked with a hint of awe in her voice. This was single handedly one of the best man made wonders of the world. She had always wanted to visit, however she had never seemed to find the time to.

“I figured nothing was more worth your while in San Francisco than one of the most famous prisons in the world!” Enid grinned down at the shorter girl, pleased with herself for her great first date idea. 

“It’s magnificent.” The psychic breathed out, eyes wide as she stared at the island oozing out a dark and ominous aura. Enid had outdone herself with their first date.

Wednesday made a mental note to make sure she returns the thoughtfulness tenfold when it was her turn to plan a tryst for them, perhaps a private dance under the moonlight after a round or two of this Korean Barbeque the blonde has been talking about.

“We have about six hours to spare before the last tour ends.” Enid mentioned as she glanced at Thing to confirm. 

The psychic tilted her head in confusion, “We won’t be going on one of the tours?”

“Of course not, silly!” The blonde replied with a laugh, “You hate people and loud noises, tourists would literally be your worst nightmare!”

Wednesday felt a pleasant thrill flow through her at the never ending thoughtfulness her beloved continues to show. “What’s the plan, then?”

“We wait for nightfall.” Enid shared a mischievous grin with Thing and a well earned fist bump for good measure. “A reliable hand dosed the breakroom coffee pot with enough sleeping pills to knock out an elephant.”

“Said hand may or may not have also borrowed some scuba gear for us.” Thing posed in pride and smugness at the fact that he helped pull off one the greatest first dates he has witnessed. 

“Devious.” Wednesday Addams does not swoon like a teenage girl, but this was definitely a close substitute. 

Enid grinned at the breathless tone Wednesday tried to conceal. She was so acing this first date. Who said it was hard to impress a girl? “So what do you say? Up for breaking into a prison?” 

“People normally break out of prison.” The psychic pointed out, but there was no mistaking the upward curl of her lips.

“We’re not exactly the definition of normal, babe. Far from it, actually.” Enid replied back. “Besides, you already broke into my heart, what’s an old prison?” She winked.

Wednesday’s eyes widened before her lips formed a small smirk, “It’s not breaking in, if you let me in willingly.” 

Enid raised an eyebrow at the counter, “Touché.” 

“Come on. Let’s go somewhere else first and then have dinner while we wait for the tours to end.” The blonde knew her mate liked being challenged, but she also wanted the two of them to do something she likes too. Relationships are all about compromise anyway. 

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“Golden State Warriors?” Wednesday asked as they stood outside an establishment named the Chase center. Why anyone would name an impressive modern structure such an underwhelming name eludes the psychic. 

“What battles have they fought?” 

Enid stared at the shorter girl in amusement, “They’ve been through many battles, but this one is particularly exciting as they fight against their arch nemesis…”

The blonde used her hands to add a dramatic effect, “…The Cleveland Cavaliers.”

“I must admit I am intrigued, a good rivalry is always an exciting watch.” Wednesday felt a hint of anticipation flow through her, it has been awhile since she last saw an intense battle for victory.

“I’m sure you’ll love it! The games are usually sold out the minute tickets are available, but lucky for us, I know a guy.” Enid led her mate towards one of the guards in front of the side entrance. From the build and curly hair alone, it was obvious that this man was a fellow werewolf.

Upon noticing their approach, the guard lit up as he waved the pair over. “Enid! How’s my favorite pup?” He asked as he enthusiastically greeted the young wolf with a bear hug. 

“I’m doing great, Jackson! I missed you, though!” Enid replied, returning the hug with equal strength. 

Jackson looked at her skeptically, “So word of your mother’s banishment was nothing?” 

“Ok, maybe a lot has happened since we last saw each other, but I swear I’m doing much much better than you think.” The blonde assured as she gave the psychic beside her a loving glance.

The guard took notice and immediately understood, “Ah, nothing like finding your mate to make it all better, huh?” He asked cheekily, feeling happy for the young pup who has grown up tenfold since their last meeting.

“Oh definitely!” Enid replied, nodding in agreement. “She makes everything better.”

Wednesday’s skin burned as the wolf intertwined their hands and placed a kiss at the side of her head. Must the blonde be so bold with her affections in public? 

She avoided eye contact and saw a girl a few meters away from them giving glances of appreciation directed towards her beloved. The psychic gave her the most threatening stare, willing the other to cease her actions immediately before she faced the consequences.

Upon further thought, Wednesday decided that Enid should be more affectionate in public, if only to deter any unsavory individuals from gaining any unwanted thoughts directed towards her.

Jackson noticed the psychic's actions and chuckled to himself, “Here are your tickets pup, you should go before your mate commits a crime.” He nodded towards the glaring girl.

Enid turned towards Wednesday and saw her death staring at a girl with so much intensity. Eyes widening in alarm and asking herself what happened in the 30 seconds she was turned away from her mate. 

Quickly, she took the tickets Jackson offered, thanking him profusely at his help and saying goodbye as she ushered Wednesday away from the entrance and into the Staples Center.

“Babe, what the fuck?” The wolf asked as soon as they were at a safe distance away. “Why were you staring at that girl like you wanted to kill her?”

“She thought it appropriate to feast her horrid eyes on what is mine, I saw it fit to let her know you are unavailable.” Call her possessive, because she is. Enis is hers and hers alone, curse anyone who believes otherwise.

Enid couldn’t help the fond sigh she let out, “You’re adorable.” If you asked anyone else, it would seem like the blonde has finally lost her mind. Well she hasn’t, she’s just become more fluent in Wednesday talk and according to her self written dictionary, that meant ‘I’m totally jealous of non-existent competition.’

“I doubt anyone else would be brave enough to describe me as such.” Wednesday grumbled, in all her years no one had even dared call her adorable .

Flashing a grin and cheeky wink, Enid leaned down and pressed her lips against the other girl’s in a gentle kiss. “I have special privileges.”

Skin burning yet again, Wednesday accepted her fate. This was the girl she was going to spend the rest of her life with. No one can help her now, she was in too deep.

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“I thought you said this was a battle?”  Wednesday sat with her back straight, normally her arms would either be by her side, or on her lap. However, Enid had shoved a fairly impressive sized bucket of popcorn into her hands.

Enid finished taking a drink out of an equally large cup of soda before she turned her eager eyes towards her mate. “It is! This is literally do or die, Willa! The Warriors need to win or else I’ll die!”

“If I wanted to watch a horde of sweaty neanderthals I would have visited the safari” The psychic replied, eyeing the arena with clear distaste. “Have these people not heard of personal hygiene?” 

“You literally go grave digging and you’re complaining about the smell?” Enid asked in amusement, who knew Wednesday Addams in a highly populated urban setting would be so amusing and adorable?

Wednesday focused her eyes on the brightly smiling blonde next to her and drawled out, “Those bodies are dead, what are these people’s excuses for emitting such repulsive odors?” 

Enid should definitely not have such a stupid endearing look on her face right now, but she couldn’t help but stare at Wednesday with the fondest smile she could give. “Oh, Willa. Never change.” 

The pair looked forward as the whistles signaled the beginning of the game. Wednesday was reluctant at first, but upon witnessing the players start getting violent by shoving and hitting each other, she found herself enjoying the violence that came with basketball. 

A sadistic smirk made its way onto her lips as one Cavalear threw a right hook towards a Warrior's face. Maybe, basketball isn’t all that bad afterall. Her smirk grew wider as both sides started defending each other’s honor. 

Wednesday ponders the idea of accompanying Enid to more of these games if they had the potential to be this violent again. 

Enid was ecstatic at the fact that Wednesday was actually enjoying herself at a sports game. Though, she was pretty sure it was because the players literally just got out of a fist fight.

It seemed like her mate liked violent sports, would now be a good time to tell Wednesday she played hockey? Enid wondered… 

…Nope, she’ll reserve that for the future if she ever needed to fluster the psychic in an emergency. 

Turning to focus on the game, Enid nonchalantly stretched and wrapped her arms around Wednesday’s shoulders. Call her cliche, because she definitely was, sue her.

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“So…” Enid nudged Wednesday’s shoulder as they exited the arena. “What did you think?” She asked, filled with energy at the Warrior’s win.

“It was bearable.” Wednesday replied, “I would not dislike watching another game with you in the future.”

The blonde let out a squeal at the psychic’s words. “That basically means you enjoyed it!” 

“We definitely have to go watch the finals if the Warriors make it all the way! You’re gonna love the tension! One wrong breath and a rumble could happen.” Enid rambled as they made their way towards the truck.

“Seems compelling.” Wednesday nodded, she would not be opposed to such an outing, especially if it meant they would be doing something that Enid enjoyed.

Enid smiled down at the psychic and intertwined their hands together. “Thanks for coming and giving basketball a chance, babe. I know this isn’t exactly your type of thing.”

“You have always indulged me in my interests despite your aversion to most of them.” Wednesday admitted, “I find it fitting that I return the favor.”

“I want you to be happy too.”

“Oh Willa, I’m always happy when I’m with you.” Enid beamed and placed a chase kiss on Wednesday’s lips. 

The blonde checked the time and realized they had just enough time to spare to grab a quick bite to eat and then head to Alcatraz for the grand finale to their first date. So the pair hopped in the truck to head to their next destination. 

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Enid drove to one of her favorite restaurants in the area. She had very fond memories of this place as her dad and uncle always used to take her, Fallon, and Melvin to eat there every Sunday.

She debated on taking Wednesday there just because she thought it would be painful to be reminded of the time where her family wasn’t the mess it was today, but instead, she found herself excited and happy to share her life with the psychic.

“You know how San Francisco used to belong to Mexico right?” The blonde asked the girl sitting in the passenger seat. 

“I’m aware that this area used to be called Alta California with the end of the peninsula being called Yerba Buena due to the abundance of mint growing in the region. The city was renamed to San Francisco after Mexico conceded 55% of its territory over to the United State of America.” Wednesday recalled one of the many history books she had read about her culture when she was a young girl.

Enid shouldn’t be shocked at the fact that Wednesday recited all of that information from memory, but she was honestly impressed. “Of course you would know that from the top of your head.”

“I do have a near photographic memory.” Wednesday pointed out. She was particularly proud of that fact, good memory comes in handy with her investigations. 

“Well…” Enid stirred the conversation back towards her main point. “The reason I’m asking is because one of my favorite restaurants is called Luz De La Luna and I’m kinda hoping you like Mexican food ‘cause that’s where I’m taking you.”

Wednesday blinked at the new information the blonde had shared, “You like Mexican food?” 

“Definitely! You won’t believe how many enchiladas I can scarf down.” The psychic processed the fact that Enid enjoys food from her culture. She felt a warmth bloom inside of her.

“My grandmama will enjoy feeding you.” Wednesday said under her breath. 

“I look forward to it!” Enid grinned at her as she parked near the restaurant. In her opinion, Luz De La Luna had some of the best enchiladas in the entire city! 

“Shall we, M’lady?” 

They got out of the car and walked the short distance towards the restaurant. As they got nearer, Wednesday started to smell the familiar aroma of Mexican favored spices the air carried over. 

It had been a while since she last had Mexican food, seeing as she almost immediately rushed towards San Francisco before she could eat some of her grandmama’s cooking. 

Enid bounced over and opened the door as she gestured Wednesday to enter the restaurant first. “Diego! Are you back there?” She called out as she didn’t see anyone at the counter.

“Is that baby Sinclair I hear?” A low pitched voice replied as a short, stocky man with an impressive mustache came into view. “There she is!” Diego grinned at the blonde.

“Did ya miss me?” Enid asked as she and Wednesday took a seat at the booth nearest to the kitchen. Thankfully, there weren't any other customers inside 

She may or may not have told Thing to head over to Diego first while they watched the game so they could rent the entire restaurant out.

“Of course I did, mija! The place hasn’t been the same without our favorite customer.” Diego replied as he brought some nachos over to them to start. “And who is this? Does little Enid finally have a lover worth bringing over here?” 

Wednesday stared at him blankly in response as she took a bite out of the served nachos with a scoop of salsa. She was pleasantly surprised at the more than adequate taste that greeted her.

Enid saw the slight widening of eyes that Wednesday showed towards the food and grinned knowingly at the fact that her mate liked the taste. “Diego, this is my mate Wednesday!”

“Nice to meet you, Wednesday.” Diego greeted the psychic as he spared an uncertain glance towards Enid at the other girl’s silence. 

“You as well.” Wednesday finally replied, turning away from the chips in order to stare up at the nervous chef at their tableside. 

“Willa, this is Diego! He owns the place and most of the recipes were taught to him by his grandma, so you know the food is legit!” Enid introduced him to Wednesday, “He’s also got some werewolf blood in him, but he inherited his mom’s invulnerability instead of his dad’s shifting ability.”

Wednesday took a second glance at the chef and noticed blemish free hands, an anomaly in his field of work. “Are all your connections supernatural in nature?” she asked Enid.

“Most of them, yeah.” The blonde confirmed, “While San Francisco is more accepting of outcasts than most places, some normies still cause trouble here and there.”

“Fortunately, outcasts have become the norm around here so any unaccepting normie is forced to stay in the shadows.” Diego grinned at the psychic, starting to become comfortable with Wednesday’s dryness. 

“Interesting.” Wednesday replied, turning her focus towards the menu at the back of the counter. “Shall we order, mi lobo? We still have plans afterwards.” 

Diego’s eyebrows reached his hairline, he didn’t take the shorter girl to be one for pet names. “Mi lobo?” He teased Enid, causing her to redden despite the happy, lovesick smile she directed towards Wednesday.

“Shut up.” The blonde mumbled, “We’ll have my usual but add a side of the forbidden sauce on the side. Willa likes the kick.” Enid ordered for them both, knowing her usual had a bit of everything included in it already. 

“You got it, little wolf! It’ll be out in a while.” Diego nodded towards them and headed to the kitchen to get started on their food.

Wednesday observed the surrounding decorations littered across the dining area. She thought her father would be most interested in visiting this restaurant if the food is as good as Enid says it is, and she told the blonde this.

“Oh! We should definitely take him here if your family ever decides to take a trip to San Francisco. I’m sure Pugsley would enjoy throwing grenades down from the Golden Gate bridge.” One of the qualities Wednesday adores the most about Enid was her innate ability to pay attention and remember all the small facts that she only mentions offhand. 

It proves that Enid pays attention to her and she falls a little bit more each time the blonde reminds her of it. 

The two of them had casual conversations to pass the time as they waited for their food to be served. Enid spent the entire time staring at Wednesday with the biggest lovesick look plastered on her face, while Wednesday returned the stares with soft eyes reserved for Enid, and Enid alone.

Finally, their food arrived and to say Wednesday was caught off guard by what Enid’s usual was would be an accurate observation. Over a dozen dishes were placed on their table of various Mexican cuisines. 

Counting at least three different types of enchiladas, Wednesday shot a questioning look at the werewolf. “ This is your usual?” she asked, she was unsure if the two of them would be able to finish the food in front of them.

“I told you I love enchiladas! Besides, we can always take the left overs with us. Fallon placed an insulated compartment in the truck so we can keep the food warm.” Enid replied, gesturing to the forbidden sauce Diego placed in front of Wednesday.

“Try the forbidden sauce, it has cyanide and arsenic in it.” Wednesday was slightly shocked that such a sauce was available, but she admits that it was intriguing and once again thoughtful that Enid brought her to a restaurant that caters to both of their tastes. 

“Adequate.”

Enid smiled at the approval and the pair ate their way through the various dishes and asked Diego to wrap up the leftovers. 

It was finally time for the grand finale. 

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“Thank you, Thing” Enid accepted the wetsuit that Thing had procured for them to use. She was filled with anticipation and slight nervousness at the fact that they were literally about to commit a number of crimes to wrap up their first date.

Worth it.

Wednesday was already dressed next to her, all that’s left was to put on the military grade oxygen tank on her back which Enid carefully helped her put on. 

They were currently situated a couple of miles away from the island, just out of reach of the security cameras and other sensors. Thing was their designated captain of the raft they were using before they traveled the rest of the distance underwater.

“Are you ready?” Enid asked Wednesday after they finished their preparations to dive. The psychic nodded and together they placed their masks on and dove into icy waters. 

Splash! Splash!

The water was freezing cold and dark as night. They only had small glow sticks as their source of light as they didn’t want to gain any unwanted attention if someone were to spot any bright light.

Luckily, they weren’t human. Enid was the strongest werewolf in existence right now, and Wednesday is…  

…an Addams.

Hand in hand, they swam through the waters of San Francisco Bay to reach the shore of Alacatraz prison. It would have taken a normie an around an hour to get there, but with Enid’s enhanced strength and speed it took them ten minutes.

Finally, they arrived at a blind spot near the south side of the island that Thing scoped out beforehand. If Enid’s calculations were right, all the remaining personnel would be in a deep sleep and would only wake up in the morning, confused about what happened to them.

Now that they were on the island, Enid proceeded to set up a device that would render any form of technology needing a signal in a ten mile radius useless. While the blonde was confident with their stealth skills, she won’t deny that she could be clumsy sometimes so it was better to be safe than sorry. 

“What is that?” Wednesday asked, she was still unfamiliar with modern technology, hence why she used black bubblegum to cover the surveillance camera back in the morgue during her investigation. 

“It's a jammer.” Enid explained as she finished setting it up. “It blocks devices that could sense or record us within a specific parameter. Now no one will have a clue we were ever here after we leave.”

The psychic perked up, that would be an excellent tool for her future investigations. Maybe modern technology has its uses afterall. She was starting to regret not involving Enid during her past mystery as she would have no doubt been useful with her skills..

“Where did you learn how to operate devices such as this?” 

Enid smiled at her as she dusted her hands off. “I run Nevermore –and Jericho’s– biggest gossip blog. Even with supernatural senses, there’s no way I could have gathered all my dirt without the help of some gadgets.”

“Plus, I had to hack into Jericho High’s security network to get some embarrassing videos of the jocks who bullied one of the freshman gorgon’s.” She explained further with a smug smile on her lips. “Tech is kind of my thing.” 

“Impressive.” Wednesday breathed out thinking of all the possibilities Enid’s skillset could provide her with. At first her more than adequate driving skills would have been more than enough, but to know how proficient she was with the modern world? 

She was smitten.

“Mi lobo, you make my heart go crazy.” 

Enid just grinned at her, knowing exactly what was running through her mate’s mind right now. Not many people knew Enid was practically a techwiz. Wednesday might be a detective prodigy, but every detective needed a guy with a laptop. 

“Shall we explore this prison, my love?” The blonde extended a hand towards the shorter girl. 

“I thought you’d never ask.” 

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The pair rendezvoused through the island, checking out all of the areas closed off to the public. Wednesday was exhilarated the entire time, going from block to block with an invisible skip to her step.  

Enid really outdid herself with this first date. Wednesday took it as a challenge to make sure she matched the effort the blonde showed, for their second date. 

“I had the best time with you tonight, mi lobo.” They swam back towards the raft where Thing stirred them back to the mainland. “Thank you.”

“I’m happy you liked it.” Enid replied as they both changed back into their original clothes. “I was worried you wouldn’t.”

Thing signed towards them asking if he really had to go back and return the diving gear from where he got it from. 

“It would be terribly inconvenient for Thing to go out of his way to return something easily replaceable.” Wednesday supported the hand’s devious plan. Who knows when they would need to use them again.

Enid stared at the two of them with a face that screamed ‘seriously?’ They really were Addams’ through and through.

“Fine.”

Wednesday and Thing exchanged a pleased look, Enid was slowly becoming more and more willing to cause mayhem with them and they relished in it. 

The three of them made their way back towards the truck with diving gear that was now technically theirs as well as the jammer that Enid disabled before they left Alcatraz. 

Packing it away in the back of the truck, they took one last glance towards the island shining underneath the moonlight. “We should definitely come back here for our anniversary.”

“I look forward to it, mi lobo.” 

Wednesday was leaning in for a kiss when her hand grazed her suitcase that contained her phone and she was transported into a vision as strong arms caught her before she could fall to the ground.

She was in a forest, a familiar one. It wasn’t nevermore, she could tell by the trees. A loud howl sounded from her right. 

Enid.

Wednesday ran towards the sound, begging that the blonde wasn’t hurt. She arrived at a clearing near a cemetery. 

Oh. She was home.

Enid was standing as still as a statue in her wolf form. Head constantly swerving as she stared out at the tree line. Nose sniffing the air, searching for a scent Wednesday could not smell.

She saw herself stationed on the werewolf’s back, clutching on tightly at the fur on Enid’s shoulders. 

What were they doing? She wondered. 

“Are you sure you smelled them?” Her vision self asked Enid who answered with a growl in confirmation. Senses still on high alert. 

“They must have escaped as soon as they realized you were on to them.” The wolf roared in reply, disappointed in herself.

“Do not feel guilty, mi lobo. We will be better next time.” Wednesday reassured her beloved.

“Let’s go home for now and wait for whatever picture my stalker sends us next.” 

Gasping as her neck snapped back into place. Wednesday breathed in heavily with her eyes adjusting and coming back into focus as bright blue eyes were staring at her in obvious concern.

“What did you see?” Enid asked the girl in her arms. She was worried sick the moment Wednesday’s vision started. 

“Us in the forest surrounding the manor. We were looking for someone.” Wednesday answered as she slowly got her bearings back. 

“Who?” Enid questioned. This didn’t sound good at all. The last time Wednesday had a vision, the blonde had to fight. 

“My stalker.”

“You have a stalker and you didn’t tell me?!” Enid was honest to god, stressed out to the maximum right now. All this time and Wednesday failed to mention that there was a literal creep harassing her through text message.

“I neglected to inform you because we had much more pressing matters to deal with at the time so I entrusted Thing with my cellular device in the meantime.” The psychic replied, while at the beginning of the break she was thrilled with the fact that she had finally gained her first stalker, Enid very quickly became her number one priority.

Enid turned to the sheeping looking hand in betrayal. “Thing! Why didn’t you tell me either?” The hand signed that he forgot because they were too busy.

“How can you just forget something like that?! You two are literally the worst? I thought you guys have gotten better with prioritizing your safety?!” The blonde threw her hands up in the air as her claws came out in stress while she paced back and forth.

Wednesday was going to send Enid into an early grave, why did the psychic have zero regard for her own safety? 

“It’s clear you are upset and I apologize, but you are my priority.” Wednesday replied, feeling bad not because she concealed the fact that she had a stalker, but because Enid had gotten upset over it.

“Yeah? Well, you’re mine.” Enid stopped her pacing and stared directly into Wednesday’s eyes. “You might not care about your safety, Willa, but I do.” 

The werewolf stepped closer and caressed the psychic’s cheek, “You’re my mate, Wednesday. And if you think I’m just gonna stand here and watch you run head first into danger again then you’re wrong.”

Enid stared deeply into dark eyes, willing her own bright blue ones to convey everything she was feeling. “If you’re ever stalker even thinks about harming you, then I’ll kill them.”

“Enid.” Wednesday gasped, the air leaving her lungs at the blonde’s admission.

“You’re mine now.” The werewolf growled out, “And no one touches what’s mine. ” Enid leaned down and captured slightly trembling lips. She had never been one for violence but if anyone even dared to touch her mate then she would spare no mercy.

“Yours.” Wednesday breathed into soft lips, hands clutching a strong back in an attempt to keep her balance. She finally understood why her parents could never be apart from each other. Why would they when they had the only person that matters in their clutches?

“And I’m yours.” Enid declared, lips leaving a pattern down soft skin, 

“Only yours.” Breathing in the scent that will forever be the one scent she will search for her entire life, 

“Always yours.” Lips pressed against the spot that will bare her mark in the future. 

“Just yours.”

“Mine.”  The psychic could hear her heart beating from inside her chest. She used to believe her love was cruel and she pitied the poor fool who would even dream of loving her. Yet, here was Enid who willingly loved Wednesday even when she wasn’t sure what love truly meant.

Wednesday couldn’t help but think how dangerously beautiful it was to finally have someone worth changing for . All her life she had stuck with a routine, familiar and repetitive throughout her day to day life. 

But Enid had started changing her and now she allows these changes to be a fixture in her daily routine, in fact, she welcomes these changes.

Enid was the one change in her life that Wednesday will never regret happening.

Wednesday had her the whispers of their peers before they left Nevermore. Hallways of students saying they ‘shipped’ the roommates, whatever that meant.

Various comments like ‘golden retriever and black cat’ and ‘sun and moon’ drifted to her ears as eyes followed the pair down the halls.

The psychic failed to understand what  ‘golden retriever and black cat’ actually meant, but she supposed that they could be likened to the sun and moon, but Wednesday knew they were a far better pair as she thought the moon to be foolish. How could the moon ever let the sun go after knowing what it felt like to hold her? 

Wednesday would let the world burn if it meant never having to let Enid go.

Ping! Ping! Ping! Enid’s phone let out consecutive notifications causing the two to reluctantly separate from each other’s embrace. 

The blonde took her phone out to be greeted by a stream of texts from Yoko. She furrowed her eyebrows in concern, it was unlike her vampire best friend to send her this many messages during the break since her fanged friend usually spent it with her extended family in Romania. 

Yoko: bestie 

Yoko: have you heard from bianca?

Yoko: divina called me last night

Yoko: said bianca hasnt talked to them since break started

Yoko: i know ur busy with addams rn but can you try contacting her?

“Who is it?” Wednesday asked, noticing the increasing worry forming on Enid’s face. “Is something wrong?”

Enid looked from her phone to stare at the other girl in distress. “It’s Yoko, something’s going on with Bianca. Apparently she’s been MIA since the break started.”

“That is worrying.” Wednesday furrowed her eyebrows, it was unlike the siren to not contact her posse. 

“We are never going to catch a break, aren’t we?” Enid sighed in worry and acceptance. Bianca was a friend so of course she was more than ready to offer her help. She just wished that her and everyone she cared about could just live their lives in peace.

“I’ll ask my relatives to keep a lookout for any news about anything siren related.” Wednesday supposed it was best to make use of the extensive Addams’ family reach and put it to good use.

Enid: havent heard from her either :((

Enid: wednesday said she’ll ask her contacts to keep a lookout

Enid: ill try tracing her number to find her loc

Enid: keep us updated!!

“Come to think of it, I have yet to hear anything from Xavier as well.” Wednesday frowned in thought. Her fellow psychic had sent her countless messages at the start of the break, all of which she ignored, however her obvious reluctance to communicate with him seemed to go unnoticed.

“I figured he just finally got the hint that I refused to exchange texts with him, but  finding out about Bianca’s situation. I can’t help but think there’s something else at play here.”

Enid let out a defeated scoff, “Yeah, no kidding.” 

“We’ll be fine, mi lobo.” Wednesday reassured the blonde.

“I really hope so.”

The pair got in the truck and headed towards New Jersey with anticipation and a hint of concern surrounding them.  

As if a stalker wasn’t enough, now it seemed like there were outside forces coming for the people Wednesday has associated with. These people need to know that messing with an Addams and Addams’ own would never end well for the assailants. 

Enid spared a glance at the scheming and planning face of her mate and allowed a small smile to grace her lips. Sure, they were heading into another crazy adventure that may or may not get them killed… 

…again. But at least they were diving in head first together this time.

More mysteries await them in the future, but for now? In this very moment she looked at Wednesday and felt such pure and deep contentment because no one in the world will be able to see Wednesday Addams the way Enid Sinclair sees her.

No amount of words could ever do her feelings justice. Enid just knew in an unspeakable way that fate itself wrote both their stories and willed them to intertwine to gain a love free of judgment, a love so deep that it can never be explained, only felt.

San Francisco used to be her home, but she has a new one now. Wednesday will forever be the one person in the universe that Enid will never get tired of running home to. 

Wednesday and Enid drove past the golden gate bridge and left behind a chapter in their lives, on the way to start a new one with each other. Life still has a lot of things planned for them, but they were sure that as long as they had each other, there was nothing they could not overcome.

Goodbye San Francisco.

Chapter Text

Enid could have sworn she heard a howl in the distance, but it wasn’t towards the direction of her pack. She shook her head in confusion as the nearest pack to the San Francisco one was in Orlando, which was literally miles away from where she was now.

The werewolf hoped it wasn’t anymore rogue wolves as she wasn’t really in the mood to fight again so soon, especially since she had an anonymous stalker after her chosen and her friend possibly being involved in some trouble to worry about.

Was peace and quiet too much to ask for? Enid had a feeling a huge storm was brewing ahead of them, and once again Wednesday was stuck in the middle of it. Which means she was also stuck in the middle of it because there was no chance in hell she was ever going to leave her mate’s side.

Things weren’t going to be easy, but taking a glance at Wednesday by her side? Enid knows everything they'll have to fight through would be worth it.

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Wednesday felt dread creep up in her veins. She would never admit it, let alone to Bianca, but she was worried for her… friend. 

Why did all her acquaintances have matriarchal issues? As far as literature and history go, protagonists usually had issues with their fathers, but it seemed like Nevermore was just a hotspot for outcasts with trauma from their mothers.

Her eye caught sight of Enid’s hand resting on the central console of the truck so she carefully and nonchalantly rested her hand against the blonde’s. Everything about Enid just had a way of calming her down.

A stalker was the least of her worries, but her vision had definitely worried her. How could someone sneak into the Addams’ property without detection? Her stalker must be some kind of special outcast with abilities unknown to them at the moment. 

The future was unknown and all they had were here unfortunate visions of tragedy to guide them on the right path, but Wednesday was certain they’ll get through anything alive, she wouldn’t accept anything else otherwise. 

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Thing was enjoying his relaxation on his hammock when he caught a glimpse of blonde strands appearing on his companion’s hair. He was unsure as it could have just been a trick of the light or something more supernatural at work, but he made a mental note to keep an eye on Wednesday. 

He was certain he was going to be put to work as soon as they arrived at their destination. The life of an Addams is never easy after all, at least not until they settle down and start their own family while the children start the cycle all over again. 

The hand was just thankful that Wednesday had met Enid and allowed herself to accept the bubbly blonde’s assistance in whatever adventure she gets tangled in. Three helping hands are better than one after all.

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New Jersey, here we come.