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Enid Sinclair sat on the edge of the Sinclair Pack Reservation just outside the city limits of San Francisco. She was 23 with no job, no prospects, and now no family. She held her left eye as it was swollen to almost three times its normal size as the cuts and bite marks across her tattered body took their time in healing. A blacked out hearse was double parked in the road that led to the Reservation for the werewolves. “Howdy, Roomie…”
Wednesday Addams stood in the spotlight the headlights formed. Enid couldn’t quite see it but she knew the deadpanned frown Wednesday wore just scowled at her. “Why didn’t you call sooner?” The question was cold and Enid felt the bite in Wednesday’s tone.
“Its fine,” the blonde werewolf tried to fight past the tears but she lost. Again. “I-I’ll be fine. You didn’t have to come all the way out here for me.” The Addams girl sighed like this was more of an inconvenience than the 12 hour drive she made Lurch take. A warm coat was draped over Enid’s bruised shoulders like a cape. Wednesday really did look like a superhero in the full moon’s glow.
“Nonsense, don’t say such stupid things.” Wednesday’s snap may have sounded insulting but she was really pointing out Enid knew better. “Are they still in there or did they go out hunting?”
“W-What’re you-“
“Lurch,” Wednesday cut off the werewolf, “Keep her here. If she gets anymore injuries you’ll won’t be able to regret it.”
The sharp threat wasn’t as elaborate or even as terrifying as they usually were. Wednesday was furious. Beyond furious. She could barely keep her composure.
“Wends, you can’t!” Enid tried to stand to stop her best friend. A sharp pain shot from her right leg, causing her to stumble. Wednesday knelt down face to face her, “Please, they’ll hurt you.” Enid begged and begged but of course it fell on deaf ears. The goth seer only knelt down to pull a small knife from her combat boot. It had a black handle with a silver ‘W’ carved in some cursive font. The blade shone a silver hue, but like extra silvery. “Is that silver?” Enid screeched as Wednesday gave her the most devilish smile. A smile only meant for her.
“Yes.”
Enid just stared, half-shock and half-hurt.
“Don’t worry, it is not meant for you.”
Enid wanted to explain that it wasn’t the intention that hurt her. It was the fact her best friend had a silver knife on her that was the problem. Before the werewolf could speak about it, Wednesday cut her off again, “Fester gifted this to me as I was leaving to pick you up. He… knows I care.” Wednesday nearly gagged at the sentiment towards Enid. It was the goth’s own personal love language for the blonde.
“I, uh, don’t know what to say.”
“Nothing, or it will be meant for you.”
Enid smiled to herself as Wednesday used the pause to enter the Wolf’s Den. Wednesday disappeared from Enid’s impaired sight into the shadows. Just a few clicks of her combat boots in the distance.
Wednesday used the darkness to her advantage, not because it could work against the werewolves but because it was just impressive enough to scare them. Low growls surrounded the Addams as Enid’s brothers, fully wolfed out, began circling her. They weren’t much of a threat to Wednesday. Pawns in [Esther’s] game. “Back off, pups, I won’t give you another chance.” One of the wolves jumped towards Wednesday in rage. They were still competent enough to understand her insults. Good.
Elongated claws and fangs came barreling towards Wednesday. She quickly side stepped the blinding attack before slashing the wolf’s left thigh. A loud howl of pain roared through the Reservation. The slash sizzled slightly and had yet to start healing. Enid’s other brothers didn’t know what to do. Their eldest, Evan, was just hurt by a human. Or at least Wednesday thought his name was Evan. After the cruel berating on Family Day at Nevermore Wednesday couldn’t care less what their names were. Each one of the Sinclairs looked down on Enid. So what if she was a late bloomer? She was able to wolf out on a blood moon AND go toe to toe with a Hyde. Apparently the scars on her face were looked down upon, but Wednesday saw them as something ethereal.
Moments passed as Wednesday focused back on the task at hand. The loud cries of the wolf she cut brought more attention to her. Enid’s brother stayed together but other members of the pack showed up. Aunts, Uncles, and maybe even cousins? Wednesday didn’t care. She dodged each lunge, even countered a few with a solid punch or kick. The strength that this human showed the werewolves was impressive. The rage she radiated was terrifying.
One by one the Addams incapacitated the cannon fodder before her. The Addams family was creepy, and spooky, but also capable of otherworldly feats. Wednesday knocked almost a dozen werewolves unconscious with her [bare hands]. Her reflexes were faster than any of the Sinclairs and she knew exactly where to hit them for a critical blow. They were lucky that they weren’t the direct source of her rage. In the bright moonlight Wednesday was able to lock on to her target. A dirty blonde werewolf with sinister blue eyes. Not like the ones Enid had. “Finally.” Wednesday taunted, spinning the sliver knife in her hand. Esther Sinclair let out a huff towards the Addams. Sinister pale blue met sinister dark brown.
Esther lunged at Wednesday with a growl. Her fangs were almost as sharp as Enid’s and her claws just as long. Enid’s claws were always painted such sickeningly bright colors for Wednesday’s eyes, but they had to be far more deadly than the hag’s before her. The Raven dipped under a swipe before batting away a follow up swipe with the silver knife. Esther hissed momentarily before snapping at Wednesday. The Addams countered again with a palming uppercut, keeping the wolf’s jaw shut. Wednesday quickly combo’d with a roundhouse kick to Esther’s snout. The aging werewolf whimpered as she reeled backwards. Wednesday threw the knife at Esther’s feet, “If you ever harm, or even think about harming, Enid,” Wednesday snarled, “I will rip the moon from the sky. Do you understand?”
Esther snarled at Wednesday.
“Do you understand?” Wednesday took a step forward. Esther backed away whimpering.
With that out of the way Wednesday turned on her heel and walked out of the werewolves’s den.
Enid sat on the hood of the hearse as Lurch and Thing patched her up. Thing’s presence was a welcomed surprise with promised of manicures to be had. It was hard to keep things light as loud roars and barks were heard from the reservation and Enid was so worried about Wednesday. She knew the Addams girl would come pick her up or send a car for her, but not show up and fight a pack of werewolves for her. You did the same for her, Thing signed to Enid.
“Yeah, but the Hyde was different.”
How so? He was big and scary! Thing quickly added, Don’t tell Wednesday I said scary!
“Of course,” Enid held out her pinky to promise Thing his secret was safe. “But this is different.” The wounds were still fresh over her body and the fear was suffocating. Enid had once again disappointed the pack by not wanting to abide by their mating standards. Maybe it was the years knowing the Addams and their stance on Love. It didn’t matter to an Addams who or what you were, just as long as you suffer together. Esther hated hearing those words from the runt of her litter. The full moon was already hear and it was too late. Enid refused to wolf out but it was too late for her mother. Esther lashed out and left Enid in the state Wednesday found her in. Exiled and then assaulted by her own mother.
“I’m fine with the exile,” Enid hiccuped through her tears, “That’s why Wednesday was picking me up. But the attack…” Thing held Enid’s hand while she cried. Soft thuds could be heard as Wednesday came back into view. She was covered in dirt and sweat, but otherwise she was flawless. Enid jumped up and ran towards her. Wednesday finally saw how bad Enid was hurt as the sun started to rise. Enid wanted to hug Wednesday so badly but, “Not really a hugger.”
Wednesday brought Enid into a tight embrace. Enid began to cry into Wednesday’s neck as the shorter girl tightened the embrace.
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The Sinclairs all gather around Esther in defeat. Enid’s eldest brother still holding his bloody thigh, and everyone had a bruise or black eye from Wednesday. No one dared going near the knife she left in the center of their home. It wasn’t like she needed it to take them on after all. The knife sat there as a reminder to the whole pack.