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“Capri said I didn't have to face this Alpha business on my own, that my strength is in my pack. But the truth is you are my pack, Wednesday. If I wolfed out and couldn’t, you know, change back, would you come and find me?”
“I have no problem hunting you down.”
“Will you forget about me?”
“Enid the mark you have left on me is indelible."
“Consider me your dark cloud.”
“Always.”
“Even though Wednesday is literally the tunnel at the end of my light, I can’t imagine my life without her in it.”
“You know what I love about being Wednesday? Your fearlessness.”
“The best thing about being Enid is your quiet strength.”
“I regret ever underestimating you.”
“Do you even want to be my friend anymore?”
“That has never been in question.”
“I won’t allow Enid to die because of me.”
“Enid, I'm trying to save you.”
“I don’t need you to save me.”
“I still think you’re weird as shit, though.”
“The feeling is incredibly mutual.”
—
Wednesday eventually tracks down Enid, the young wolf having taken to roaming the northern Canadian woodlands. After months of grainy security footage, news reports, rouge photos, misleading evidence, and vague sightings, Enid was finally in Wednesday's possession. Wednesday hunted Enid down just as she promised.
With the help of uncle Fester, Wednesday brought a wild Enid home - to the Addams home, her home. While Enid’s parents did make their concern known, wanting her to be surrounded by family in her current condition, Wednesday soon reassured them that under her watchful eyes and diligent efforts Enid would return to her former human shell.
Homeschooling took on a more much needed darkened hue with Enid now nearby and safe. The wolf was kept in the Addams back shed which usually housed all their grave digging tools and medieval weaponry. However for the time being it was Enid’s sanctuary. Her parents had brought over some of her things, a desperate hope that clung to them permeating the spaces they occupied. Perhaps the reminder of Enid’s humanity would aid in revealing the young girl trapped within her Alpha nature.
Some days the glint inside Enid’s wolfish eyes was as familiar as the stare of a dead cadaver. Other days only an animalistic hunger shone through, leaving an icy cold fire inside the veins of those who happened upon it. Despite it all, In Wednesday’s eyes Enid was still Enid, even when her gaze is unrecognizable, even when her snarls bite, even when Wednesday is a meal in her eyes, even when she isn't getting better.
At times Wednesday allows Enid to roam the Addams property grounds, which is not that risky of an endeavor since they live on an isolated hill. Enid is conscious enough to recognize Wednesday as pack so the wolf always returns to her, and for the most part Wednesday goes unharmed.
That is if one can look past the itchy unfamiliar jolt that runs through Wednesday’s bloodstream whenever she is near Enid. Or the sharp warm stab inside her chest whenever Wednesday speaks to Enid within the shed before going to bed.
Tonight is such a night, in which Wednesday broaches the past, her and Enid’s past, to help further the end to the Alpha’s control over Enid, and to make sure Enid isn’t lost to the beast. The conversations are usually put to an end once Wednesday’s eyes moisten and her heart stutters. Emotions aren't her forte and it’d be best to never acknowledge them, or let them reign.
“Hello Enid.”
The wolf turns her head slightly from where she’s laid out upon her pink fluffed up bed. Enid’s gaze is warm, familiar, even comforting. She’s more herself tonight it seems.
“You’ve shown much improvement this week. I commend your efforts.”
Enid blinks.
“I rarely grant compliments as I'm sure you're well aware, so don’t expect another anytime soon.”
Enid opens her mouth and pants, tongue lolling out.
“Don’t look so pleased.”
Enid's mouth closes.
“My research on your condition continues to be a thorn in my side. Alphas are rare and what is documented is elusive which drags the process torturously along. I do enjoy thorough torture, but in this case I find myself unable to achieve pleasure from it. Perhaps it has something to do with the wolf in my garden shed.”
Enid whines, a high pitch sound.
“Your protests have been duly noted. I know you find my jabs disquieting and yet I still make them. It’s fun to get a rise out of you.”
The wolf lets out a low growl.
“I-I wish to hear a jab from your mouth. I remember, at nevermore, all your sharp tongued comments. I deserved them. All of them. I wasn’t always a good friend to you.” Wednesday's breath hitches.
“Forgive me, it is late and you must be quite tired. I shall retire to my bedroom now.” Wednesday reaches out an open palm in Enid’s direction, holds it there for a moment, then closes it into a fist letting her arm drop. “Goodnight Enid.”
—
“You and I, we shouldn't be friends. I didn’t need a friend, not until I met you that is. You’ve…changed me. I want to be someone worthy enough to be called your friend now, I want to be…present in your life. Not just as a vague imprint but as an individual with meaning in your wide eyed view.”
Enid sits upright with a glassy filter in her eyes.
“Why’d you do it Enid? Why’d you sacrifice yourself, your humanity for me? I welcome death with open arms but you, you contain a spirit too lively for even death to darken. Why do you care for me when I haven't done enough to earn that care?”
“I can’t stop this warm sensation that exists in the forefront of my mind at the thought of you. It’s gross, and strange, and horrible. I’m not supposed to feel, or have things as trivial as emotions stand in my way, divert my plans, ruin my life.”
Wednesday scoffs. “You’ve ruined me, Enid Sinclair. You should’ve just left me in that grave to die.” She turns on her heels and exits the shed.
—
“I suppose you and I are both alone without each other. Perhaps you and I are the only ones who can truly understand one another.”
Enid curls up beside Wednesday.
“Night and day. Light and shadow. Death and Life. Rain and sunshine. Black and white. Raven and Dove.”
“We are a peculiar harmony.”
Enid lifts her head up to stare into Wednesday's eyes, that same soft gaze she sent her way at the graveyard. Wednesday gets a deep pang in her heart and can’t help the words that come spilling out.
“I miss you.” she sighs.
“I miss your fierceness, and your endless optimism, your resilience, your kindness, your joy that could light up the entirety of Jericho, your bravery, your laughter, even your honesty.” Wednesday blinks back the tears forming in her eyes. “I miss your smile most of all, Enid.”
Enid goes to rest her chin against Wednesday's thigh. She doesn't flinch away from the affection, allows it for now. Wednesday didn't realize how much she needed Enid’s quiet reassurance at that moment.
“Enid, you’re my pack too.”
—
There will come a day when Wednesday walks into the shed to find Enid returned to her human form. And when that day comes Wednesday will have the courage to hold Enid close, to tell Enid all the secrets she’s held deep in her heart, for all her unbridled love to finally flow. On that day Wednesday will be fearless, and bask in Enid’s quiet strength. Perhaps she’ll even smile.
But that day hasn’t come yet. There’s no guarantee it ever will. However, Wednesday's love for Enid shall remain steadfast.