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Wednesday Addams was a lone wolf.
That was by design, of course.
The other ‘furs’ had tried to integrate her into the pack at first. Until they learned of her last name - until they realized just how dangerous she could be.
She was an Addams - a long line of wolves who dated back a millenia - longer than any other pack.
Rumored to have gained wealth and status from power alone.
They’d started out as peaceful farmers - scraping by with what little money they were able to get from their crops.
Until they came.
Humans.
Slaughtering all but one.
This boy - he grew furious.
His family - all gone.
In the blink of an eye his whole life - derailed.
So he made it his life's mission to avenge his family.
There was no question that he would - it was just a matter of how.
How could he make them suffer as he had?
He knew where to start - just as they had.
With the children.
There was one place all the town’s children had to gather in - school.
His plan was to set them all ablaze.
In the middle of the night - when they were all peacefully tucked away into their beds - he made his move.
He doused the school with as much gasoline as he could get his hands on.
The next day - as the children filled into their classes - he lit a match.
That was just the beginning.
It was a massacre.
He slaughtered them all.
The whole town was left dead - all the blood on his hands.
He broke into their safes - taking everything for himself.
He fled - leaving dozens of corpses in his wake.
He’d prepared it all - his new name was Balor Addams. First born son to Alador and Luna Addams. Tragically his parents had died when he was young - leaving all of their wealth and assets with him.
On his travels he met a girl - a werewolf girl.
Her name was Darla. Darla Anderson.
They fell in love - and soon she was expecting.
He taught their first son the fine art of fencing - and eventually when their daughter was born - taught her as well.
He made sure his children were well versed in any and all arts - providing them with the support they needed.
He was a celebrated man in his time - many admired him - and when he died he was the first to be buried in the family cemetery.
He worked hard to gain the power that they had - and when his son was old enough - he did so as well.
Generation after generation - this long line of skills and money was passed down to the first born child of the head of house.
So - yes. Wednesday and her family were dangerous. But everyone can be dangerous - in their own right.
It wasn’t as if Wednesday pushed to be part of the pack anyway - she much preferred her life of solitude.
The only person she had a semblance of a relationship with was Bianca Barclay - her long time academic and fencing rival. Well, and Eugene Ottinger - a boy who reminded her - and her inner wolf - too much of her little brother to not be somewhat protective of him.
The others knew not to bother her - knew that her threats weren’t empty.
She had no roommate to speak of - due to the population being scared of her.
So it came as a surprise when Principal Weems dropped by her room one late evening with news.