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Wednesday would be a night to remember. That was the buzz going around the furs at school all weekend. Their final year at Nevermore was already flying by, and the rare, supposedly magical full pink moon, which enhanced your true nature, felt like an ideal way to welcome its end…
Enid was ecstatic. She organized her room, got her bag ready with comfy clothes, and stocked up on snacks as she and her fellow furs were going to spend the night out in the woods camping and expecting wolf outs. No lupine cages this time, per Ms. Capri’s request.
“Tonight is gonna be amazinnnnng!” Enid squealed, giving little hops and clapping her hands in front of her.
Wednesday could practically feel her roommate vibrating with energy behind her, and it made her skin crawl.
“Can you stop whatever it is you are doing?” She asked, pausing her typing. “It is…off-putting.”
Enid smiled brightly, “I don’t know what you mean, Willa…” She winked when Wednesday turned her head.
Wednesday just rolled her eyes and sighed. There was this feeling she couldn’t shake. She didn’t know what it was, but she knew it had something to do with her roommate, so she got up, grabbed her backpack, and stepped out of the room, into the hall without another word.
Except the whole hall was full of excited furs, getting ready to leave. She pushed forward and eventually bumped into Bruno on his way up to their room.
He had only been back at Nevermore for a few months after that whole mess in their junior year that sent him home. He and Enid had settled into a comfortable, strictly platonic friendship, yet Wednesday wasn’t so forgiving…
“Uh, sorry, Wednesday.” He apologized, “Is Enid ready to go?”
Wednesday scowled, “If you are that interested, why not ask her yourself?”
His charming smile faded immediately. “Um, right…” He slipped past her and hurried up the steps.
Wednesday glared at everyone around her, making them all step out of her way. She eventually reached Poe’s statue, despite the strange pull she felt urging her to go back, which she ignored…
Eventually, Enid found her… “You can't hide down here all night,” Enid said as she strode down the steps.
Wednesday closed her eyes in exasperation.
Enid stood in front of her, lowering her book slowly, “Why not join instead?” She smirked, “I know you’ve been kinda stumped on that lycanthropy paper Ms. Capri assigned last week…” She watched Wednesday’s face tense, “Come on! Consider this… hands-on research!” She whined dramatically, pouting and hoping Wednesday would budge.
Wednesday narrowed her gaze. “I have zero interest in watching a pack of overgrown puppies roll around in hormonal ecstasy. However…” She paused, tapping her fingers on the desk. “Observing the effects of chromatic lunar radiation on lycanthropic impulse control could prove mildly useful for my paper…”
Enid’s smile widened, her eyes shining with pure bliss. “Yes! Field study for totally scientific reasons!”
Wednesday closed the book she was reading and began putting her things away.
“Consider it an anthropological field study. Do not interpret this as enthusiasm.” She turned before Enid could notice the faint twitch at the corner of her mouth, as she refused to examine why the thought of Enid spending the night unsupervised with Bruno made her jaw tighten.
…
Later that evening, Ms. Capri held a brief meeting in the quad. “I know this pink moon is new for most of you, so I’ll be quick.” She cleared her throat for attention. “Yes, the rumors are true. It does enhance our true nature and feelings that you may or may not be aware of, which is why there shall be a zero physical contact rule placed tonight.”
Groans and chattering erupted immediately.
“Yes, we will be taking extra precautions with that by providing you with suppressors just to be sure.” Ms. Capri continued.
Complaints erupted through the quad.
“Suppressors?! That’s gonna ruin our moods!”
“Weren’t we supposed to let the moon do its thing?”
“I mean, I guess it’s not that bad…”
Enid turned to glance at Wednesday, who was reluctantly standing some feet away from the main crowd, fingers curled tightly around the straps of her backpack.
As a non-fur, she wasn’t really allowed to tag along, except Enid had insisted and won… She flashed her a soft smile. It would be nice to have her best friend by her side on this special night...
The moment came and went as Enid heard Bruno groan loudly... She turned back and saw him looking like a kicked puppy as he was handed two small pills and a cup of water.
“Do we really have to take these?” He complained, rolling his eyes. “They’d never dampen our instincts in my old school.”
Enid just patted him on the back and gulped down her own pills. “Guess it’s for the best,” she said once she had swallowed them.
…
Wednesday had taken the lead and headed towards the camp before the furs even left school grounds.
The night came, and the moon was almost fully out. Wednesday had set camp up on a nearby tree, observing the night’s activities from a safe distance. She hadn’t seen anything remotely remarkable yet, so she sprawled across the tree branch she was on, looking up at the huge pink moon above her, now finally clearing.
Howls followed instantly. Some cracks and grunts let her know that some furs had wolfed out. The rustling and playful snarls around her indicated the wolves were free to roam.
She perched up, looking through her binoculars for any sign of Enid, and spotted her instantly. She was…half-transformed, a rare sight to see as it was not common for regular furs, still Enid always managed to outshine every other wolf she knew…
A pang of pride hit her chest as she saw the majestic half-wolf/half-human hybrid that was Enid. Her golden fur covered her body under her ripped clothes, standing tall and… strong-looking. She watched as she flexed her hands in front of her in awe.
This would provide really good information for her paper. She turned to get her notebook out of her backpack when she heard a snarl and saw a fully transformed Bruno pouncing on Enid and trying to nuzzle her neck.
“Bruno…you know we’re not allowed to…” Enid protested, trying to push him off her, but his fangs were already too close to her neck…
Light footsteps could be heard around them as silver daggers flew in his direction, making him leap off Enid and getting into a defensive stance, growling at his attacker…
Wednesday stepped into view, getting closer with a knife as big as her forearm gripped in her hand. “I suggest you take your leave this instant.” Her voice low and laced with danger.
Enid’s eyes filled with fear as she saw Wednesday standing face to face with Bruno’s full wolf form. “Wednesday? I thought you were going to stay in the tree! This is dangerous.” Her voice cracked as she stood between her and Bruno.
“Bruno, go! We’ll talk about this tomorrow…please!” She negotiated, not wanting this to escalate any further. Her ears were pointed, claws flexing. She couldn’t decide whether to attack Bruno or drag Wednesday back to safety. “This is dangerous. The moon…”
“…is pink.” Wednesday finished, deadpan. “I am aware. And he…” She jerked her knife towards Bruno, who was still snarling, hackles raised. “…is about to test how the limits of friendship actually work.”
Bruno snapped, ears flattening, ready to pounce.
Enid tried to de-escalate the situation once more, “It wasn’t…I mean, the moon’s just…it’s strong tonight, Wends. It just makes you wanna…”
“Touch what is not yours?” Wednesday questioned, voice dark and dangerous. The words tasted strange on her tongue, too honest, as if the pink light had peeled back a layer she hadn’t authorized…and she felt it again, that tug low in her chest, the same one that had yanked her down from the tree when she saw Bruno’s muzzle anywhere near Enid’s neck. The anger was far worse than she’d ever expected it, and the want, sharp as the knife in her hand, terrified her.
Bruno huffed, turning and bolting away, leaving the girls under the pink glow…
Before Enid could say anything, Wednesday turned on her heel, stalking deeper into the woods. The howls and playful snarls of the pack faded behind her, yet the pink moon followed, pouring through the canopy.
Alone now, Wednesday pressed her back against a thick oak, fingers digging into the bark until it bit her skin.
She took a deep breath, trying to regain proper composure. It was impossible…she was human, not a fur. The moon shouldn’t have any effect on her; however, her pulse hammered as though her heart wanted to claw its way out of her chest...
Every breath carried Enid’s scent, strawberry shampoo and slightly musky warm fur… She felt that faint electric spark that had never quite faded since the night they had worn each other’s skin for far too long…
The moon seemed to remember it even if she tried not to and was now hitting her full force…. The feeling that had always been there, buried under layers of irritation and carefully curated disdain: the inexplicable way Enid’s chaos made the silence in Wednesday’s head feel less like drowning and more like gasping fresh air.
Then her mind worsened. She remembered the way she’d catch herself watching Enid’s smile when they watched movies, or how her stomach twisted when Bruno got too close. She’d told herself it was annoyance or contempt. Anything but this.
Tonight, the moon had dragged her into the open, raw and screaming. She wanted Enid’s laugh pressed against her neck. She wanted those claws to trace her jaw without hesitation. She wanted…needed to be the only person Enid looked at like that… The realization sliced, similar to claws between her ribs. She had felt jealousy, possessiveness, and…soft.
Her breath caught in her chest. The panic that followed was worse than any monster she’d faced. “No. Feelings are weapons. They make you weak…” She murmured angrily.
“They make you hers...” A disembodied voice came from the wind in a whisper…
Wednesday closed her eyes, trying to shake the feelings bubbling raw against her stomach, except the want was louder… It coiled hot and low in her gut, a hunger that felt too big for her carefully ordered bones. It scared her how easily the feeling could tip into something feral…something that would leave them both gasping and marked, leaving their friendship changed forever…. She squeezed her eyes shut harder as she held onto the tree, breathing through the panic, willing the pink glow to burn itself out… She counted in her head, breathing in a steady rhythm. Her pulse finally coming down to its not-so-normal rate after what felt as an eternity.
A soft rustle snapped her head up.
Enid stood ten feet away, still half-transformed and trembling. Her golden eyes were wide, ears pinned back, the suppressors clearly useless against the alpha herself. She seemed to be fighting every instinct not to close the distance in one leap.
“Wednesday…I…I can’t…” Enid’s voice was a wrecked whisper, claws curling into her own arms hard enough to leave faint red lines in the fur. “The moon’s making everything loud.” She huffed, “I’ve spent years shoving this down… Telling myself it’s just roommate stuff, best-friend stuff, only it’s not…” She sounded pained. “It’s you, Wednesday. It’s always been you…” She finally let out with relief. “The way your glare softens at me as though I’m the only one worth looking at. The way you let me stay in your space even when you say you hate it. I want…” She swallowed, a low whine building in her throat. “I want to nuzzle into your neck until the whole world smells like you. I want to protect you from everything, even your own stupid walls. And I’m scared because I know you’ll hate me for it. You’ll pull away, and I’ll lose you and…”
She cut herself off, breathing hard, eyes glassy with panic and moonlight. The want was there too, burning in her gaze, in the way her claws twitched as if they ached to pull Wednesday close and never let go. It felt carnal, almost, this need to press skin to fur until there was no space left between them, until the moon’s pull dragged them both under and they stopped caring about tomorrow.
Wednesday’s heart stuttered. The pull in her chest surged once more, yanking her forward before her brain could file a protest. She closed the distance in three strides, stopping just short of touching. Close enough that Enid’s warmth bled into the chilly night air between them, close enough that the pink moon turned their shadows into one tangled shape.
“Stop,” Wednesday said, her voice cracking on the word. She hated how small it sounded. “You are panicking, and you are…projecting.”
Enid laughed, shaky. “Projecting? Wednesday, I can smell it on you, too. Your heart’s racing, your scent changed the second I said your name… The moon’s hitting you as well, and I don’t know why, but I can’t pretend anymore. Tell me to go. Tell me you hate this and I’ll leave. Just…say something before I do something stupid like kiss you and ruin…everything.” She whispered, defeated.
Wednesday’s hands shook. She stared at the faint tremor in her own fingers, then at Enid’s face, those golden eyes wide with terror and hope, fur glowing soft under the pink. The realization crashed over her again, slower and more controlled. It wasn’t the moon creating anything. It was only stripping the lies away. Her irritation and glares had always been armor, but beneath it all was this aching, terrifying need to let Enid in… To let herself be seen and stop pretending that the brightest thing in her life was an annoyance instead of the only light she’d ever wanted to keep.
Though beneath that, there was the hunger as well...sharp and scorching. The kind that could consume them both if they let it. She could feel it in the way her body leaned forward on instinct, in the sudden vivid idea of claws in her hair and fangs at her throat, and the two of them tangled so completely that the world narrowed to nothing save for heat and their uneven heartbeats… It scared her how much she wanted it. How much she could let herself unravel with Enid.
“I do not hate it,” Wednesday whispered. The admission burned as poison and relief at once. “And I hate that I do not hate it. I hate that I have spent years cataloging every ridiculous thing you do because it is the closest I can get to admitting I need you... In my space, in my moments of silence. I hate that the thought of Bruno touching you makes me want to use every knife I own to maim him.” Her voice dropped lower, raw. “And I hate that right now all I can think about is how your fur would feel under my fingers…how much I want you to stop holding back…how easily this could become something we cannot take back.”
Enid’s breath hitched. A single tear slipped down her cheek, catching the pink night’s light. “Wednesday…”
“Just...” Wednesday lifted a hand, hovering it near Enid’s face without touching. “If we do this, there is no taking it back when the moon sets. No blaming the pink glow tomorrow. I need you to understand that.”
Enid leaned into Wednesday’s hand, eyes fluttering shut for a second. “I’ve never wanted anything more in my life. Nothing…not wolfing out, not even the pack. Just…you. All of you. Even the scary parts. Especially the scary parts.” She chuckled, her claws brushing Wednesday’s jaw with impossible gentleness at first…then rougher, just enough to send a spark of heat racing down Wednesday’s spine. “God, I wanna keep you. I wanna pull you so close it hurts. I want to…” Her voice broke on a low, needy growl that wasn’t human. “I want things I shouldn’t be thinking about under this full moon with my best friend.”
“I want it too…” Wednesday whispered. Her voice hypnotic to Enid’s ears. And…the space between them vanished.
Enid’s claws cradled Wednesday’s face like it was the most precious thing in the world, then slid back into her dark braids, tugging just hard enough to tilt her head. Wednesday’s hand finally made contact, sinking into the soft fur at Enid’s neck, and the contact felt as if the moon itself had ignited under her skin…
Need flared overwhelmingly strong, a desire so pure it bordered on pain. She wanted to memorize every second of this moment. She wanted to pull Enid closer until there was no room for doubt or fear. She wanted to keep her, to press her back against the oak and let the hunger take over, to lose herself in the scrape of claws and the taste of strawberry and the way Enid’s heartbeat thundered against hers, syncing them forever…
Their foreheads pressed together. Breaths mingled, hot and ragged. The kiss that followed wasn’t gentle; it was desperate, years of hidden glances and swallowed words pouring out in one fierce collision.
Enid kissed like she was starving, a soft whine vibrating in her chest as her claws tightened in Wednesday’s hair. Wednesday answered with equal fire, fingers digging into golden fur, body arching into the warmth. The want surged higher and more dangerous as their kiss deepened. The pink moon amplifying every sensation until the line between just a kiss and something much more lewd blurred…
Enid’s tail wrapped around Wednesday’s waist on instinct, pulling her flush, and for one heart-stopping second, the need to go further, to let claws roam lower, to let the growl in Enid’s throat turn into moans and bites that would leave marks they’d both feel for days, felt inevitable.
Wednesday broke the kiss first, gasping against Enid’s lips, foreheads still locked. Her hands now buried in the fur of her chest, trembling with the effort not to pull her back in. The passion still thrummed between them, heavy and electric, a live wire that could spark into something carnal and all-consuming at any second...
Enid’s eyes were blown wide, pupils huge under the pink glow. “Wednesday… We…I almost…” She swallowed, voice hoarse. “I could feel it. My wolf wants to just…take you and not in a cute way. The moon’s making everything so…intense. I want you so badly it hurts.”
Wednesday let out a short, breathless laugh, the closest she ever came to sounding undone. “If we do not stop now, this forest is going to witness something far more scandalous than a simple kiss. And while I have no objection to eventually consummating this…arrangement in the dramatic, all-consuming fashion I have had the misfortune of witnessing before, I refuse to let a celestial glitter bomb dictate our timeline.” Her thumb traced Enid’s lower lip, the touch still charged, still hungry. “We do this properly. Slowly and without the excuse of lunar insanity. I want you to choose it when the sky is ordinary, and my control is intact.”
Enid’s tail gave a weak, hopeful wag, brushing Wednesday’s hip. The need was still there, raw in her eyes, in the way she leaned in unconsciously, but she nodded, claws loosening their grip. “Yeah, slow… Even if every part of me is screaming to keep going. Because…I want this to last. Like, forever-last. That terrifying, ride-or-die thing? I want that with you. But not because the moon made us sloppy.”
“Very well.” Wednesday’s smirk was small, sharp, and real, even as her pulse still raced. She pressed one last, lingering kiss to Enid’s lips, soft, almost reverent, and then stepped back just enough to breathe again. The distance now felt torturous, except they knew it was the right thing to do. “Terror keeps things interesting anyway. And restraint…makes the eventual unraveling all the more…passionate.”
They stayed together throughout the night, away from the pack, claws and fingers intertwined, breaths syncing under the glowing sky, while the rest of the pack howled and played in the distance. The panic hadn’t vanished, and the need still thrummed like a live wire, promising something deeper and more intense when they were ready. Yet, for the first time, neither of them was running from it…