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Students scattered to the sides as Enid stomped through the hallways. Unzipped and thoroughly searched bag in one hand and the pointy half of a pencil she snapped earlier in the other.

The furs and the fangs were the first to step aside, having smelled her foul mood a mile away. The fury on her face enough to make everyone else follow their lead and avoid stopping or questioning her.

One unlucky boy tripped before he could move away, and curled in on himself to prepare for Enid's wrath.

But she just stepped on his back and continued on her way, undeterred from her chosen route. She was much more focused on her destination and the person there.

Wednesday had been acting insufferable, and as always, it was impossible to figure out why. Her girl's night with Yoko was interrupted by Wednesday bringing feral hogs into the dorm, Divina's fingers were narrowly saved by Enid's sensitive nose because her nail polish bottles were filled with piranha solution, and Wednesday "accidently" broke Bianca's arm because Enid had asked her instead of Wednesday for training. Ajax had it worst. Wednesday had stopped somewhat tolerating him in their dorm like she used to before, threatening him every time she sees him near Enid. Any and all flowers Ajax gave heer would disappear the moment Enid looked away and would end up in the compost bin of the botany class. When Enid asked her if she had seen the hoodie Ajax gave her, she was handed the ashes of the hoodie that were apparantly used in a summoning ritual, binding Ajax to some spirits that now haunted him. She had once hung mirrors on every wall of the dorm and released spiders onto his head from the ceiling, making him stone himself while Enid was in the bathroom. She then somehow dragged him to the edge of a cliff in a mountain rage far away, left completely at the mercy of the wind. Luckily, the boy unstoned himself before the incoming blizzard that night got him.

Arriving at her dorm's door, she stepped inside and slammed it shut behind her. Without missing a beat, the broken pencil was launched, perfectly aimed to not graze Wednesday but pass by her ear and make sure that she had her full attention. The pencil struck the wall and stuck to it.

"WHERE IS IT?!"

Wednesday stopped typing but did not look back

"I'm not quite sure what you're referring to"

"You know EXACTLY what i'm talking about"

And she did. It was the bracelet Ajax and her had made together last week. It had quickly become one of her most treasured belongings and visibly irritated wednesday at the very sight of it.

"Really, I don-"

"Wednesday, what is wrong with you? I thought we had a connection now. I thought you finally realized that we're your friends, not enemies-"

"If you have no other reason to be here then please cease this pointless pestering and get out, you insufferable mutt. It's my writing time."

"I just want to understand-"

"I said OUT"

Enid paused. She felt her blood boil.

Taking a deep breath, she continued, "Fine. But first, I would like my bracelet back. "

Wednesday pulled it out of her pocket "You mean this bracelet?" She examined the colorful wooden E+A charms. "Maple wood. Good quality." Taking out a fancy black lighter from her other pocket, she flicked it on with a dramatic click and dangled the bracelet over it "They say it makes some of the best timber."

A growl immediately escaped enid "You wouldn't"

Wednesday scoffed, "Or maybe you don't know me well enough."

Enid's growls grew louder as the bracelet kept inching toward the flame "I'm warning you..." The air was tense as both kept their eyes glued to the other, watching out for as much as a single twitch.

Truthfully, Wednesday was in fact, bluffing. She just wanted to rile Enid up a bit and accidently took it much farther than intended. Even if she hated it and couldn't figure out why, she knew how much the bracelet meant to Enid. Enid had been in her thoughts alot recently, haunting her, but not the same way as the ghosts in the manor did. She couldn't figure out why her heartbeat sped up from it's usual barely noticeable rate whenever she giggles, couldn't figure out why she loathed the time she spent away from her, couldn't figure out why she hated seeing the girl in pain when she usually loved torture, even the current moment was taking a toll on her.

Most of all she couldn't figure out why Ajax specifically filled her with homicidal rage. As fun as it would be to just murder him already, she'd rather not be expelled from Nevermore before her investigations of the stalker reach a conclusion. It had recently started to get interesting.

A long moment passed before Wednesday finally decided that Enid had enough and was just about to lower the lighter and hand it back. But before she could-

THUMP

Thing had escaped the drawer she had locked him in, rushing out to try and deescalate the conflict. His movement startled her a bit, and the bracelet accidently lowered to the tip of the fire. That was the final straw and Enid lunged, leaving Wednesday with no time to dodge anything.

CHOMP

The bracelet dropped to the ground, Enid quickly going after it and scooping it up. Her prized possession now safely in hand, she turned around to gloat.

"HA- couldn't even dodge that head-on! with all your bark, I thought I'd be in for a real fight-"

Enid paused immediately as her eyes landed on Wednesday's face, "Wednesday?" Her expression was somewhere between surprised, pained and confused, concerning Enid. She was crouched against a wall, gripping her bleeding arm. She had never shown weakness if she can help it and had taken much worse than a bite in the past. Something is seriously wrong.

Suddenly, Wednesday drops to her hands and knees and Enid hears the distinct sound of a bone popping. Her eyes widen in realization.

"Uh Oh."

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There were many advantages of having a school specifically for outcasts

Fewer injuries and deaths, for example.

Less chances of things like being flattened against a wall, being drained of blood, mind controlled into doing something stupid, turned into stone for eternity, accidently having your bloodline cursed, or losing a testicle to piranhas makes a very good case for a place away from normies. Whether by accident or not, injuries do happen and another outcast is much more equipped to handle such injuries than a normie.

But another big factor is conversion.

Outcasts are much less likely to exit a skirmish with their entire DNA changed. A werewolf may bite a vampire, but genetic differences reduce the chances of the person becoming both a werewolf AND a vampire from low to zero, the same applies vice versa. Schools would much rather go without the damages and deaths from a newly turned student rampaging through the hallways every time theres an argument in the classrooms.

Weems had presumed that immunity to also be inherent to the young Addams when she roomed her with Sinclair. Why wouldn't it be? If anything, she expected it to be stronger, as strong as Wednesday's immunity to most poisons. After all, Morticia and Gomez had no such issues in Nevermore, so it's unlikely their daughter would.

Unfortunately, what she did not know was that Morticia and Gomez did in fact have multiple metamorphoses in their years of Nevermore that Larissa was not aware of. An Addams' blood is complex and ever changing, always looking for power and strength by reworking itself to be better and stronger, adapting quickly to it's surroundings and using all the help that it could get. As always, Weems had to find out the hard way.

Loud screaming coming from the quad interrupted the principal's evening tea. She hadn't fully recovered from the nightshade poisoning and going about her job as principle had become alot more difficult. Thankfully, the student body sympathised with her and tried their level best to give her a break from their usual chaos most days by avoiding unnecessary conflicts and cleaning up their own messes. Unfortunately, his was not one of those days.

"What is it his time" She sighed.

Getting up slowly to not trigger the vertigo again, she stepped outside and walked through the the fleeing students toward the epicenter of the chaos. Spotting Bianca through the crowd, she called out for her "Bianca! What's going on?"

The two were then immediately greeted by a fully transformed werewolf in broad daylight, barreling right through a wall, landing a few feet away from them. It was clearly turned from a bite, as only freshly bitten werewolves can transform in the daytime. Whoever it was, their wolf was one of the smallest she'd seen.

Bianca pointed at it with her good hand currently not in a cast. "That."

Covered in debris, it scrambled to get up like a newborn fawn, clearly not used to it's new four legs. When it finally found it's footing, it's head whipped around rapidly, calculating it's next step. Their eyes met and Larissa was afforded a few seconds of eye contact, accompanied by a deep growl.

She'd recognize those half dead eyes anywhere.

"Wednesday!" One of the furs yelled as they finally caught up. The moment was broken as the wolf's eyes locked onto something in the distance and something dark and dangerous brewed in them. She took off again, the furs right after her.

"Principle Weems!" Enid called out and ran towards the two, stopping a few feet away to catch her breath, hands on her knees.

"What happened?"

"I swear, it was an accident!"

"Deep breaths, then tell me what happened."

Enid had already informed the furs who had been desperately trying to handle the situation, made harder by the panicking students. The first transformation of a bitten werewolf happens immediately, wherever they may be. It's usually characterized by pain, fear, confusion, paranoia and rage.

It was pack etiquette to help newly bitten wolves and keep them from taking lives, aswell as taking the brunt of the injuries and playing damage control after the rampage. Fortunately, despite the property damage, Wednesday seemed to show a hefty amount of self restraint thanks to her abilities. Not enough to keep herself from biting people, but enough to avoid biting entire arms off.

Or she did, at least. As soon as the furs saw her head whip to the side during her encounter with principal Weems, they knew all bets were off. That was the body language of a predator spotting it's prey and going for the kill.

Speaking of which, Ajax didn't hesitate to sprint the moment he saw those feral eyes lock onto him. Those eyes that he had grown to know very well and had come to associate with danger already now seemed to mean death too. He rushed up the stairs, heading to his dorm but briefly going the wrong way intentionally so he could make a sharp turn, sending the wolf crashing into the wall down the empty hallway. It was only a short reprieve as the the heavy footsteps and scrapes of claws against the floor soon returned, growing louder the closer she got.

Ajax reached his dorm and locked it shut behind him. He panted, leaning with his back against the door. All was quiet for a moment and he desperately willed his breathing to calm down.

With a loud bang, sharp claws pierced right through the wood, missing his torso by a few inches. Wild brown eyes peaked through the newly made holes. Ajax backed off and the door blew open, the wolf welcoming itself inside and cornering him. He knew he had no choice. His hand immediately reached for his beanie and the moment he saw her posturing for a pounce, he whipped it off and his eyes screwed shut, her jaw inches from his face.

A loud crash filled the room as a fully stoned werewolf fell onto the wooden floor, jaw wide open, claws ready to strike. He let himself sink onto the floor, exhausted and overwhelmed. He places his beanie back and finally decided to take a minute or two to rest, which turned out to be a terrible decision. The sound of a crack made him look back over to the werewolf, then freeze in place as his suspicion was confirmed. Before he could do anything, the wolf had quickly freed itself all at once, shaking the layer of stone off it's fur. Their eyes met again, but Ajax closed his, accepting his fate.

Nothing happened, and he heard the wolf fell to the floor once again. This time without the signature sound of stone hitting wood.

He hesitantly opened his eyes again. Weems was at the door, a blowgun in hand, Enid and the furs standing behind her.

"Well, that's enough of that."

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Enid held her head low as the taps of her feet echoed through the empty hallway, partially from worry that Principal Weems will be disappointed in her, but mostly from guilt. The pain and exhaustion experienced by a newly bitten, rampaging werewolf was unimaginable, contributing to livelong trauma to most bitten individuals.

They had tied up the small, black new wolf in rope that had a center of silver-infused fibers to avoid her getting up again and wreaking havoc before placing her on a stretcher. The furs had commented about how little she weighed yet was able to do an bizzare amount of property damage that only the biggest rampaging werewolves are able to do, only when unattended by other werewolves. Bashing through entire walls, breaking down doors and pulling out several bricks at once from the fucking brick pavement.

It truly was bizzare, the amount of distress needed to make her act out like that. Principal Weems had considered shutting down the school a second time before deciding against it as the dorms were still mostly intact, it was only the cafeteria that had faced the worst of the damage, and repairs had begun. A new spot was arranged for the students to eat in the meantime.

Reaching the door, she creaked it open. The principal looked up from the paperwork she was working on, looking stressed. She put on a mask of confidence and gestured toward a chair.

Enid gingerly sat down.

There was a second of silence in the office, before the principal began

"Enid, I expected better from you-"
"Is she okay?"

"Pardon?"

"Wednesday. Is she alright?"

Weems sighed. "The furs delivered her to the lycan cages and had a lycan specialist take a look at her from outside the enclosure. It is a bit risky to be too close to her right now. They were worried something may be wrong due to her size. Half transformations can be fatal."

She opened up a drawer, searched through the papers for a minute before pulling out a doctor's note and handing it to Enid. "She appears completely normal except for slight burns from the rope and a mild prick from the dart, which was unfortunately a necessary evil. None of the telltale signs of half transformation are present. She is just an odd size. When she no longer holds a risk of aggression, the doctor will return to preform a closer, full exam. Her parents have been alerted and will arrive on school grounds as soon as possible"

Enid read through the note before handing it back. "I see. Thank you."

"Now back on topic. Biting a student? Really?"

Enid didn't reply.

"Was it in self defense? Was she hurting you?"

Mentally, yes. But it would still be inaccurate to say, as physically she was in no danger.

It was just a bracelet after all.

"....No."

"Then why? I know she has been acting.... irrational, to say the least. But she has never laid a finger on you since last semester, in fact she seems quite fond of you."

Enid tilted her head and furrowed her brows in confusion, "Fond?"

"What on earth could have provoked you to use your teeth? Normie or not, it is not acceptable to attack anyone except in clear self defense."

"It's just... She took my stuff..."

Principal Weems quickly sat upright, "Is she bullying you?"

"No, no! Dear god no. Well.. not exactly, and it's mostly not me! but-"

*Knock knock knock*

The two stared at the door that opened, a scrawny boy, hiding behind a notebook, didn't bother to ask for permission and scampered into the room.

"Um, principal Weems, I'm so sorry to interrupt you but-"

"Can't you see I am occupied at the moment?"

"Yes ma'am but this is important-"

"-Just spit it out." Enid was unable to hide the annoyed tone in her voice.

"She's gone."

The two did not need to ask to know who he were talking about.

"The rope? Did someone untie her?" Weems stood from her chair.

"She chewed through it."

"The hell you mean she chewed through it?!"

"And she was small enough to fit in between the bars of the cage-"

"Of coarse she was!"

Irritated, the woman quickly grabbed her coat before looking back to the blue eyes watching her.

"Enid, She might hurt herself. I am going to need your help."

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The furs had searched the entire forest at this point, turning over every rock, trying to find the black furry creature that seemed to continuously evade them.

They were unable to track her down further than the short trail of silver threads she had chewed through and left as she fled. It seemed she had taken a tumble in a pond, which effectively disguised her scent, preventing any fur from sniffing out wherever she had ran off to.

It was getting dark and Enid, despite her good stamina, was growing tired of running around in the woods for hours, yelling her roommate's name. It was clear she didn't want to come out yet.

She decided she needed a breather and slowed down, walking around for awhile. Looking up at the autumn trees, they reminded her of the wonderful weekend they had last week, when her roommate finally acted semi normal for a few hours. They got ice cream and ate it on the rusty old bench at the edge of the forest, near the street in Jericho where the ice cream man with questionable hygiene but delicious products usually set shop. Subconsciously, she wandered toward that area, arriving in a few minutes time as she was already close by. She had already checked this place but she needed to recuperate.

She plopped down on the bench, placed her head in her hands, looking off into the distance. Orange and red leaves rustled and fell as a breeze blew through the woods, messing up the freshly raked area. She smiled as she looked at the big, neat pile of leaves placed besides an old oak tree. In any normal circumstance, she would not hesitate to jump in, like she did last time. She tried to convince Wednesday to do it, but surprisingly, instead of being met with a No she was met with a "Some other time."

She sighed, looking back at the memory fondly. It was when she knew she had broken down a thick wall her roommate and bestie had built around herself. She. Could almost smell her again.

Wait

Enid sniffed the air.

....Roomie?

It was faint, but definitely present. She had to carefully isolate it from all the other autumn-y scents, but it was there.

She stood up, conjuring every bit of wolf within her to track the scent, only to end up just a few steps away from the bench.

.... Leaf pile?

That was when she noticed what she didn't the first time. A tiny bit of hair, sticking out in between the leaves at the top. It seems the hidden person realizes it and knows Enid is watching, as the leaves rustle when they tuck themselves further inside the pile.

Wednesday!

Enid reached out, before deciding against it. She took a deep breath and sat on the ground, folding her legs and facing the leaf pile.

She deserves to take her time.

A few minutes pass when she and the hidden wolf simply seem to listen to the wind passing through the trees and the feeling of the air growing colder around them as the sun set, before finally, a single pale arm reaches out from inside the leaves, holding out a slightly scorched bracelet.

Enid accepted it, taking a look at the one slightly scorched bead.

"You dropped it..." Came a surprisingly meek voice from inside the pile, trying but failing to stay stoic. "A few hours ago, when you came fumbling into the woods."

"You were following me?"

"In the beginning, yes..." Finally, a dark haired head peeked out through the leaves, her braids untied and hair messy. She looked beautiful. There were light burn marks on her lips and cheeks from the silver fiber she had chewed through, which Enid gently caressed. "Then I was myself again."

Ah, of coarse, Enid realized, she won't see her wolf form as a part of herself upon her very first transformation.

Enid reached out toward her head, fully expecting to be denied again but pleasantly surprised when she didn't flinch or pull away. The blonde wolf carded her fingers through the silky black hair, brushing off the small leaves stuck on her.

"....I apologize." She looked so small as she said it, she had never seen the great Addams in this condition before. She looked utterly exhausted.

"We'll talk about it later. You're starving, aren't you?"

Her loud grumbling stomach interrupting their conversation agree with her, and has the pale goth suddenly turn a bright red.

"Thought so. You're gonna be viciously hungry for the next few days as your body changes rapidly. Plus, who wouldn't be starving after turning the entire campus into a jungle gym." Enid smiled, attempting to ease the goth out of her first transformation anxiety with her terrible jokes. It seemed to be working as the raven's bare shoulders seemed to slouch, just the tiniest bit.

Enid walked back to the bench and pulled out a T shirt and sweatpants she had quickly grabbed and packed before she left, along with an entire wrapped roasted chicken and a large bottle of lemonade she had stolen from the destroyed cafeteria. She had come fully prepared for new wolf struggles.

She handed the clothes to the goth, who accepted them. Wednesday blushed lightly as she rose from the pile of leaves but seemed soothed when Enid considerately looked away, Except, suddenly the blonde seems to catch something in her peripheral and her eyes were suddenly locked onto her behind.

"What is it?" The goth struggled to keep the embarrassment from showing in her voice as she tried to cover herself with the folded clothes.

".... We should probably get rid of that." Sighed Enid.

"Get rid of what?"

Enid pulled out an alcohol wipe from her backpack before circling behind the goth.

Wednesday couldn't stop a yelp from escaping her lips as she felt a pinch on her behind, quickly replaced by the coolness of the alcohol wipe. Enid removed the wipe after a few seconds, and handed her the offending object she removed from her butt before looking away again.

It was an empty tranquilizer dart with a bright red stabilizer.

Only then did she remember that Principal Weems had shot her with this.... In the buttocks.

A bit of anger and disgrace flowed through her mind, but she abandoned it immediately as her stomach rumbled again, choosing to quickly put on the clothes so she could get to devouring the delicious smelling chicken Enid clearly possesed, her new sensitive nose constantly alerting her of its presence. It felt like she hadn't eaten for days.

The goth ate ravenously as the two sat on the bench. Enid watched and smiled as she had forgot about her manners and poise, just for today for her starving belly and new primal instincts. Normally, Wednesday wouldn't lower herself to such cheap fast food, but for now with how famished she was, it tasted like heaven. Enid had already texted back to Nevermore about having found her, telling them they were on their way.

Soon, she will have to teach the werewolf she turned about pack dynamics, have to help her get used to the overwhelm of her senses, teach her everything about this new part of her identity.

But for now, everything was okay. She took a deep breath and watched the trees swaying in the night sky.

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Half an hour later, when the lemonade was chugged, chicken picked clean and bones gnawed on, Enid was left with a thoroughly passed out Wednesday to carry home.

Enid covered the new, lightly snoring werewolf with her jacket as she lay fast asleep, limbs all over the place on the cold metal bench. She then gathered their trash in her bag. There wasn't much to pick up besides the plastic bottle and the tin foil that the chicken was wrapped in. Wednesday had eaten the soft cartilage aswell as snapping most bones in half to suck out the marrow inside, leaving them looking like hollow shells. Enid left them to decompose on the forest floor.

She then slowly placed Wednesday with her back on the bench and as gently as possible, tied her hair into a messy bun. She was unsure if she would want anyone else to see her hair open. Her bangs still fell on her face, they had grown longer over the break but were still too short to tie back. Enid lifted up the small wolf, with an arm under her back and another under her knees. She was still twitchy in her sleep and had a hollow leg bone gripped inside her fist, growling whenever Enid tried to remove it. So she just let her keep it.

She'll be hungry again soon, she knew. Her metabolism was on overdrive to accomodate her new, sudden bodily changes. At least the chicken was enough to placate her till morning, or at least till they make it back to Nevermore. She momentarily huffed in amusement at the fact that the goth had not protested or possibly not even noticed the oversized hot pink t-shirt and baby blue sweatpants, probably too exhausted and hungry to care at that point. Interestingly, the skin near her short sleeves and collar did look a tad bit red. It was best to hurry back to Nevermore, or to camp at least.

With a brisk pace, Enid began her trek back through the woods.

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Weems stood by the camp the furs had erected, looking toward the treeline with her binoculars. The hill was high enough to oversee a small amount of the nearby tree line.

She felt a large, heavy hand placed on her shoulder, "Fear not, dear. I know my little death trap must be out conquering the forest like she does everything she faces!"

Weems rolled her eyes at Gomez as he quickly trotted back to his wife. The Addamses were as insufferable as always the moment they arrived at school grounds, completely failing to recognise any danger in their daughter's circumstances.

Though she had a sneaking suspicion that perhaps this may be their way of reassurance, if the small glimmer of worry in her old roommate's eye was anything to go by.

Their behaviour of roasting marshmallows and telling spooky stories over the campfire with the exhausted furs, however, seemed to speak the opposite.

Still, they should stay here. Weems may not know much about the troublesome young Addams, but she knew enough to be able to tell that she will need her parents with her right now, whether she'll admit it or not. It's school protocol, regardless.

Weems finally decided to take a break and grimaced as she was forced to sit down at the only empty spot near the campfire.

Next to Morticia.

The dark haired woman gave her a smile and a nod of acknowledgment before they sat in silence, listening to whatever lecture Gomez was giving the young outcasts about elite werewolves and his history with them. Chatter had mostly died down and Weems had only grown more worried, it had been an hour since Enid had texted her, and if she was where she said she was, then it shouldn't have taken that long to walk back.

"A raven and a wolf, all at once. Quite an interesting combination, don't you think?"

It took a second for Weems' mind to return from her world of worry, realising the women next to her had spoken. To her.

"It's not something not even my visions managed to predict."

"I truly apologize, Morticia. My decision to room her with Enid came from an ignorant assumption of her immunity, and my student's behaviour was out of line, granted Wednesday was giving her a hard time, she should not have resorted to-"

"No, Enid was well within her right to do what she has done, if what you have told me is anything to go by. My daughter has made her casket and is fully capable of laying in It.

"Besides,-" Morticia looked up at the moon's gentle glow, the one her and her husband had fallen in love under. "-It seems my little raven... May have something to confess."

Weems furrowed her brows at that, "Confess?"

"I fear I am not at liberty to say more. It is my dear scorpion's knowledge to keep and dispense, should she please."

Suddenly, as if sensing something, the dove stood up, clutching her necklace and making her way towards where Weems had been looking out earlier.

"However, I believe you may find out soon." She said, gazing into the woods. "Maybe not today or tomorrow, but eventually. For now, however, my beloved hailstorm has returned!" She said, pointing off into the distance.

Weems quickly grabbed her binoculars and hastily stood next to her. She looked out the direction Morticia was pointing to to spot a messy blonde head, making her way through the thick trees and toward the camp, carrying what seemed to be the new wolf in her arms, though she was clad in pink?

"Finally." Weems sighed. "Students! Prepare the stretcher and the sheets!" She yelled, bringing out her phone and opening the contact of Dr. Willow. "I have left a student council member in charge of the furs, let her rest and they will help you deliver her to the school infirmary soon. I must leave to fetch the lycanologist and won't be long."

Morticia had already begun her journey downhill with her husband, she looked back briefly to acknowledge the principal's words. "Thank you, darling"

Enid perked up as she saw the approaching parents,

"Hello, Mr and Mrs Addams."

"Oh, mi tormenta!"

Gomez reached out, taking his slumbering daughter into his hands. Morticia gently caressed her face and removed her bangs from her eyes.

"Thank you, Enid. For bringing her back safely."

"It's the least I could do." She looked down, bowing lightly at the two Addams. "I am truly sorry for turning your daughter, especially without her consent. I'll take full responsibility and any punishment."

"Do not apologize, young one," Morticia quickly reassured, "It is not too grave of a mistake, as. You have not but gifted her with yet more strength, power and weapons to add to her collection. Besides, I believe this learning experience may be... Good. For her character."

The blonde wolf let out a sigh of relief, her shoulders slacking after the stress of what she would say to her parents leaving her. She then snorted as the two Addams found out what she already did when they tried to remove the bone Weds was clutching to her chest.

"Now come along, my little deathtrap deserves a proper bed to rest, and perhaps something She would feel more comfortable in." Said Gomez, glancing curiously at the pink and blue clothing.

Back on top of the hill, they entered the camp, the furs cleared a way to the tent but still stood nearby, glancing curiously at their new school packmate. Something inside Enid made her growl at them until they all looked away.

It was not until the three Addamses had disappeared inside a tent that she flopped down next to the campfire, snatching the bag of marshmallows from some poor werewolf girl sitting next to her and shoving them in her mouth. Part of her felt bad, but after the day she had she believed she deserved it.

"Woah, welcome back Enid." Said the girl, raising an eyebrow in amusement.

Enid just looked toward her and stuffed her mouth with more marshmallows in response.

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The continuous drumming of rain on the infirmary window was calming.

Maybe that's why Wednesday was still asleep.

Weems had called the other fur camps and ended the search. Once Gomez and Morticia had ensured that she did not have any major injuries, her parents rubbed some anti-allergy lotion onto the rashes on her skin and gently changed their daughter into something the goth would better approve of. She was then transported back to Nevermore and straight to the infirmary.

A few hours had passed since she detransformed, which means the human side of the transformation had begun. Dr Willow had arrived timely to take a look at the new wolf. she was an older woman with graying hair, standing up straight and dressed professionally. She instantly gained the trust of Enid and the Addams, who were seated nearby and watched as she first performed the usual physical exam doctors do before moving on to lycan specifics. She checked the vitals, the eyes, throat, ears, mouth. Her patient's temperature was extremely high, which was to be expected, as Dr Willow explained. Her body was a large amount of heat as cells massively died and multiplied, resulting in a high fever.

The wolf looked at the infra red images wide eyed. Her whole body was very bright but the spots with the highest activity, the glowing bits, were concentrated around the eyes, the ears, the mouth, the jaw, the nose, the tips of her fingers and toes, and interestingly, the wrists. This was all said to be normal by the doctor, and she claimed it helped rule out half transformations that are characterized by changes in only a few parts of the body, usually restricted to the upper or lower half.

She took an X-ray of the unconscious wolf's teeth. The first one showed her regular, impeccably healthy lower set of teeth, and Enid was confused on why she did it until she pointed near the roots.

There, inside the lower jaw, was the faint outline of the newly forming werewolf teeth, developing as they spoke. It was then she found out that new werewolves lose all adult human teeth, one by one, to be replaced by the newer, stronger and sharper werewolf teeth. Enid couldn't help herself from cracking a smile at the thought of what she would look like missing a front tooth.

The burns on her cheeks were soothed by the doctor applying some burn cream, and she was a bit concerned after seeing the burn marks on her tongue, as any swallowed silver threads could cause silver poisoning. In the end, she decided enough time has elapsed to dismiss that possibility. Symptoms of silver poisoning are almost instantaneous, after all.

Upon the information that Dr Willow needed to draw blood for a blood test right then and there, Enid left the room and decided to wait on a chair outside.

Only a small lamp lit the hallway and she used the chair as a fidget toy, anxiously gliding her claws on the aged wood and tapping a gentle rythm in its armrest. She did not move from her spot until she heard the infirmary door opening, flooding the dark hallway with the white of the infirmary lights.

"-These are merely a precautionary measure and I assume they will come back completely normal, I will be mailing them to you regardless."

Finished addressing the Addams, the doctor stepped out the door and spotted the young wolf sitting all by her lonesome in the dark hallway.

"Ah, Enid!"

The blonde sat up straight, a bit caught off guard by the sudden attention. She couldn't help but feel like it was finally time to face the consequences of what she had done.

"I was hoping to talk to you a bit, do you have a minute?"

The older woman placed her suitcase on another chair. She then clasped her hands together and stood slightly slouched in front of Enid. She knew that pose, the pose she saw other wolf parents make when they were trying to come off as unthreatening as possible, but still authoritative. Never her own parents though, for her mother was uninterested in subtlety and her father was a coward.

"Of coarse.

Dr Willow kneeled down and tilted her head up to look at her. Clearing her throat, she began.

"As you know, It is my responsibility to ensure not just my patient's immediate health, but also their long term well being."

Enid nodded and looked away, or at least tried to. But she heard the small sound, what can be described as a mixture of a hum and a gentle growl, from the older woman's throat. She knew that sound too, one thats almost exclusively made by elderly wolves to signal they wanted the attention of a pup or pups around them. Her eyes snapped right back onto the woman's face.

She had never heard that sound directed towards herself before, it almost made tears well around her eyes.

"First off, I don't blame you, Enid. It was an accident, you were unaware. But as with every mistake, you now have some responsibilities to correct what you have done."

"We can reverse the lycanthropy?"

Dr Willow chuckled, "Oh no, dear You think that if it was possible to not be a werewolf anymore, there wouldn't be far fewer of us?"

Enid thought back to all the times she wished she could just not be an outcast anymore, that she could rid of her teeth and claws for good to get along with the trendy normies she sees on streams and in blogs every day.

And to think, she had just forced another person into it.

"I can hear you thinking, young one. What's done is done, berating yourself is pointless. Now, you need to look toward doing the right thing in the future. Perhaps starting with inaugurating the wolf you have created into our species?"

Enid quickly stood up, trying to show her enthusiasm and commitment to the suggestion, "Yes! Yes of coarse! i have been thinking about it since I got here, I've made my plans and I'm ready to teacher her every thing I know, and-"

"Enid."

"Yes?"

"I have something for you."

The doctor picked up her suitcase before laying it on the floor and opening it up. She gently moved aside some of her packed, sterilised tools before uncovering a big book. She picked it up and held it towards Enid,

"The inauguration of a werewolf must be done properly, lest they feel self hated and isolation from packs. You must do things in a way that is healthy for the new wolf, for you, and for everyone else. Of coarse, there is no one size fits all, but trying to inaugurate with no knowledge could lead to pitfalls that can cause harm and/or distress to you and the new wolf."

The blonde gingerly took the big book in her hands. It utterly entranced her in aopearance, binded by hand and in real leather with breathtaking leatherwork depicting the imprint of a werewolf paw into wet earth.

Wednesday would love this.

The title shone in the low light;

"WELCOME HOME,
A full guide to the newly turned werewolf and scientifically tested reccomendations of teaching lycan culture."

"This book will provide you all the research done by lycan specialists into the psychology and physiology of new wolves, ones that have been tested to be most successful among the majority of the new wolf populations."

"But-" Enid looked back at her, unsure, "I feel as if Wednesday is anything but like the majority."

Dr Willow sighed and sat cross legged on the floor.

"I know you're excited about teaching a new wolf, I know you're excited about showing her a brand new world, but to her, this is a vulnerable time, one in which she may even try to reject the many changes and transitions she may experince. Doing things by the book, one that will give you the most successful methods of teaching, will give you the best shot at prevent emotional and physical hurt.

Dr Willow leaned forward and placed a hand on the young wolf's shoulder.

"I know you believe that you know your friend, and maybe you do, maybe you even know her better than she knows herself. But you do not know new wolves, a part of her identity that only appeared this morning."

Enid did not reply, only looked at the floor in understanding, but with some internal conflict.

"Do what's best for her and best for yourself, Enid. I have given you both all I could, now it is up to the both of you to turn this incident into an opportunity to learn something new."

Dr Willow, believing she has done all she could, packed her suitcase back up and got ready to leave.

"Ah, I almost forgot," The woman reached into her pocket, pulling out a shiny green business card, and handed it to Enid. "If you ever need help or have any questions, please don't hesitate to call."

Exhausted, all Enid could give was a nod.

"You're a good kid, Enid. Everything will be alright."

The older woman gently ruffled her hair and walked out the door as Enid just sat in the dark, pondering. Until the two Addams finally walked out of the infirmary and offered to buy her dinner at Jericho.

Chapter Text

Sea salt.

It smelt nice, from the crashing waves just a small distance away. She was surrounded by it, like a perfume she vaguely remembers.

She turned onto her side and rubbed her cheek on the soft, black blanket preventing her from being scorched by the bright, hot sand. A deep inhale swiftly got rid of any tension left in her body. She rarely opened her eyes except to momentarily be wary of her surroundings.

Like some miracle, she could see nothing but comfortable pitch blackness every time she closed her eyes, and not the tainted oranges and yellows that tend to bleed into her eyelids when she tries to sleep in sunlight.

The sun was unrelenting, bright waves heating up her body from the inside out. And yet, as soon as she began to sweat, a cool ocean breeze would prickle her skin, drying the sweat and all her worries away. It would blow into her untied hair, cooling her scalp like soothing fingers. And just like that, she was comfortable again.

Unlike her last experience on a beach infested by sweaty tourists and piles of trash, this was different. Safe. This cycle of heating and cooling, the sound of the turbulant ocean waves, the gulls calling in the distance, the rustle of the leaves of palm trees, even the few grains of sand that had made it atop her blanket felt so soft. It kept her so completely pacified. She rested.

Sometimes, she would crack open her eyes again and squint through the brightness. She lay on one side of the large black blanket. Her side was tidy, a simple black bag on her side, a tube of sunscreen, a folded umbrella and a small lunch box. The other side, however, was messy. A large blue and yellow bag, a tube of sunscreen with it's cap unscrewed, crumbs of bread, an empty open soda can, several different colours of nailpolish and other miscellaneous kinds of make up lay unceremoniously on the other side of the blanket. There was also an indent, implying someone was lying next to her awhile ago.

She missed her.

The rest of the shore was oh so completely barren of any signs of human life.

She liked it that way. She didn't need anyone but her.

From what little she could make out when she dared to be aware, it was a beach on top of a short cliff, the strong ocean waves crashing against the stones of the cliff wall. Sometimes so hard that she could feel the small spray of the ocean current that made it over the cliff. It usually landed on her forehead or face, cooling her down further.

In her mind, she knew she should get up. She knew there was something important she was forgetting, she knew something was off. But every time she even thought about it, her limbs and joints felt oh so heavy, sore and so stiff. They seemed to protest, angry about her trying to take them away from the sun's healing warmth. Her lungs would refuse to work except voluntarily, demanding to lay back down if she wanted them to function on their own. Her eyelids felt like they were glued shut, needing great strength to pull open. Her mind would push back the thoughts, automatically shutting down and back into her subconscious if she so much as tried to focus on her surroundings for more than a few seconds.

And so, she let herself be healed.

She slept, and slept, and slept to the ocean sounds.