Archive of Our Own

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“Here.” Wednesday says as she passes her greasy, disc-shaped breakfast sausage to the eager girl that was, for lack of a better word, wolfing down her own breakfast next to her.

“Phamks.” Enid responds with a mouth full of food, getting some bits of bacon on her chin in the process. If it was anyone else, Wednesday would have been disgusted, but with Enid she just subtly smiles and wipes the wolf’s face with a napkin before she halfheartedly chastises the girl.

“Don’t speak with your mouth full Enid, it’s very unbecoming of an Addams.” She tells the wolf, which gets a happy squeal and a side hug in response.

“While I totes love hearing you call me an Addams,” The wolf responds with a cheeky smirk, finally finished chewing and swallowing her food. “You still gotta propose first.” She teases with an excited tone as she leans into the raven’s side even more, tightening her arm around Wednesday’s waist and resting her head against her girlfriend’s shoulder in an affectionate side-hug.

This level of physical contact in public usually risks drawing everyone’s attention, accompanied by the low murmur of their scandalous whispers.

Ever since their scenting in the middle of the hall a few days ago the rest of the Nevermore student body has been brimming with gossip about the touch-adverse seer and the bubbly werewolf, and because of that the two girls have been under constant surveillance from the curious eyes of their peers. It was why they chose to eat their breakfast in the frigid, snow-filled quad, to avoid the looks and the whispers of the pubescent populous.

There’s very few other students around them, and most of them were here to escape the chaos of the schools indoor dining hall. Meaning they had little interest in the lives of Nevermore’s newest ‘it’ couple, as Yoko once called them.

Because of the lack of attention they were getting, they were actually having a very relaxing morning after their date last night, still swimming in the bliss that is their deepening relationship.

But that bliss is shattered when Wednesday feels Enid tense up next to her, causing the raven to automatically raise her guard in response.

The wolf pulls Wednesday deeper into her side as she starts to let out a low growl, her head swiveling around as she looks for the threat she can sense getting closer, and that’s when she spots the angry red-headed werewolf that was stalking towards them with purpose.

“YOU BITCH!” Logan yells out with a seething voice as he slams his hands on the table in front of them, drawing the attention of everyone in the quad.

“You better be referring to me.” Wednesday coolly responds with a glare directed at the intruder. “Because I will not tolerate anyone calling Enid such derogatory names.” It's a warning disguised as a statement, but the raging wolf failed to read that deep into her words.

“You ruined my life!” He growls out at the raven, causing Enid‘s own growl to deepen, which he foolishly ignores. “Every wolf here refuses to talk to me. My pack rejected me. My parents disowned me!” He continues, despite the far more powerful wolf staring him down with her hackles raised in a clear warning to back off.

“And why is that my problem?” The raven asks as she nonchalantly stabs a bit of her scrambled eggs with her fork, bringing it up to her lips and taking a bite, chewing thoroughly as the wolf continues to seethe in the silence of her anticipated response. “It was your own horrid behavior and poor choice of actions that lead you here.” The cool carelessness in her voice is matched by her detached actions as she calmly places her fork down on her plate and levels an even gaze at the wolf, who was beginning to turn as red as his hair.

“Ever since you put this mark on me my life fell apart, and you are going to fix it!” He leans down and speaks directly into Wednesday’s face with a breath that makes her believe the milk he drank a month ago has begun to curd in his cavities. The closeness caused Enid to pull Wednesday even deeper into her side, leaning in between them so she can protect what’s hers, letting out a fierce snarl that makes him back off a few inches.

“I suppose I could add that last, fatal slash to your wound.” She says as she picks up the dull steak knife that came with Enid’s protein-heavy breakfast. “It would make your obnoxious sniveling more appropriate.” She uses the tip of the knife to gesture to the deposed alpha’s face that was twisting with anger.

In a blind rage, Logan reaches out and grabs Wednesday by the collar of her sweater, lifting her out of her seat before throwing her to the ground so fast she barely has time to embed the knife into his forearm in retaliation. While the feeling of the dull steak knife slicing into his arm was satisfying, it did nothing to stop her sudden unplanned descent.

The layer of snow does little to absorb the fall, which sent her hard enough to the ground that her lungs forcibly exhaled all of the air they contained. It’s enough to disorient her to the point she can’t move for those few precious steps it takes Logan to close the distance.

He stands over her with deep breaths of huffing anger, letting out a growl as he leans down closer to the stunned raven on the snowy grass, grabbing her by the front of her gray vest with one hand while reeling the other back with a closed fist.

It was then that a sickening crunch echoes in the small space, the sound of breaking bone.

But it wasn’t Wednesday’s.

Nor was it Logan’s.

The sound came from Enid as her bones rearranged and she began to shift into her wolf form.

Wednesday watches on in amazement as her girlfriend’s body quickly outgrows her uniform, tearing it to shreds to reveal the blonde fur and rippling muscle beneath. In a matter of seconds, Enid went from her usual adorable self to a massive hulking beast that’s nearly as tall as the second floor balcony.

A thick silence settles over the crowd as everyone present feels the primal rage coming off the now transformed wolf. And no one dares to make even the smallest noise or movement out of the fear that the wolf will pounce on them if they even think about running.

But they're not the one the fully shifted alpha wolf was targeting.

A few people in the quad gasp as Enid rears her arm back and slams the backside of her large paw against Logan’s torso, sending him flying through the air before he collides with the stone wall in much the same way a deflated dodge ball might, with a pathetic little thud before sliding down and crumpling against the floor.

But Wednesday didn’t care about him, she was far too focused on the beautiful beast that stood before her. Enid was always magnificent in her wolf form, she’s always thought that from the very first moment she laid eyes on her during the night of the blood moon. And now, Enid stood in the early morning winter sunlight, shining like an otherworldly specter that is worshiped as a goddess. And Wednesday is her most devout follower, ready to sacrifice herself to this wondrous beast if it would please her.

It was then that Enid screams at him with her husky-like yell of anger, causing everyone in the quad, and no doubt the rest of the school, to flinch back in fear at the ferocious beast’s war call.

Logan is smart enough to stay down, covering his head as he tries to sink into the floor in an effort to escape the fully transformed, true alpha, that was stalking closer to him.

Seeing the deadly beast approaching the sniveling mass of fear on the floor was the perfect display of the difference between a wolf who was bestowed the title of alpha by leading a pack, and a true alpha who was granted the title by the moon itself.

But, before Enid could get close enough to end Logan’s miserable little excuse for a life, a voice shattered the tense silence of the courtyard.

“Enid Sinclair!” The Ophelia hall dorm supervisor, Mrs. Liz, yells out over the low growl the wolf was emitting, causing Enid to freeze in her tracks, though she refuses to take her eyes off the crumpled body on the ground that she still views as a threat to her mate. “What the hell is going on here?” She demands as she looks between the two students on the ground and the massive wolf between them. Wednesday is the first to move, standing up and walking over to Enid, placing a hand on the wolf’s arm to stop the beast from growling at her defeated opponent.

“That crazy bitch attacked me!” Logan yells out just as two other authority figures show up, the alchemy teacher and the swim coach. Both of whom came running to the source of the deafening roar that echoed across the area.

“Take him to the nurse.” The woman orders the teacher and coach with an urgency laced into her french accent before turning her attention to the wolf and the raven. “Both of you are going to the principals office right now!” She commands with an authority that betrays her soft features and gentle mannerisms.

“Perhaps we should return to our room first?” Wednesday asks the dorm supervisor, even though it was more of a mandatory suggestion than a question or request. “So Enid can transform back without having to suffer the humiliation of public nudity." She calmly states as she moves over to the table they were just sat at and begins to gather the remains of Enid’s uniform, knowing that one of the degenerates present would walk away with a pocket full of freshly worn undergarments if she didn’t.

“You have five minutes.” She says as she narrows her eyes at the girl, clearly not trusting that Wednesday would comply, but also agreeing that it was a necessary stop. “And I will not let you leave my sight until Enid is changed back.” Wednesday wanted to question why she was the one who needed supervision when there was a breathtakingly bestial werewolf staring down the boy who was just now being helped out of the quad, but she decides against it and instead focuses on the eyes of her wolf who was now looking at her with concern in those yellow eyes.

“Don’t stand to close, Enid is wonderfully ravenous at the moment and I cannot guarantee your safety.” Wednesday says with a smirk as she begins to walk away from the table, making a point to leave from the opposite door Logan just went through in an effort to avoid another pointless confrontation that could endanger her wolf. And said wolf was following right behind Wednesday, practically hovering over the raven as she stalks after her on all fours with her chin only a few inches above Wednesday’s head, sending a glare at anyone who gets too close.

And that’s where most of the videos of today's incident stem from, as the three of them walked towards Ophelia hall with Wednesday leading, Wolfed-out Enid nearly encompassing the smaller girl, and Mrs. Liz behind.

The hulking beast lumbering through the corridors instantly drew the awed gazes of everyone the trio encountered, most of them being too stunned to do anything other than gape in shocked amazement while a select few managed to pull out their infernal devices and record the once-in-a-lifetime image of a fully transformed werewolf in broad daylight.

The murmur of gossip follows them like a cloud, as does a small swarm of brave students who trail behind them in an effort to live-stream as much of the rare beast as possible.

And Enid seems to be soaking up the attention as she pridefully struts down the hall with her head held high, enjoying the chance to show off how wrong everyone was about her being a runt, a fuck up of a wolf. Now they all know that she’s the most powerful werewolf this school has ever seen.

Wednesday can’t help the smirk that pulls at her lips, the joy radiating off her wolf is infectious. And she would be lying if she claimed to not enjoy the feeling of superiority over the fact that her mate is such a powerful and rare wolf most have never even heard of before, and that just fueled their amazement which, in turn, fueled Wednesday’s cocky attitude.

By the time they made it to the base of their attic room stairs, a sizable crowd of around ten students had gathered behind them, all of them pointing their phones at the wolf to record her every movement. Meaning they get a front row view of Enid turning around and snapping her jaw at the group once the first one attempted to set foot on the staircase behind them, warning them off from approaching her and her mate’s sanctum.

Once inside their dorm, with the door closed securely between them and the dorm supervisor, Wednesday drops the shredded remnants of Enid’s clothes onto her bed, fully intent on finding the tag of each and every item and re-ordering the entire outfit. But that was for later, because the instant the scraps of cloth hit her bed she was already turned around and wrapping her arms around the beast’s neck, pulling her in and burying her face in the girl’s soft fur.

"Thank you, mi loba, for protecting me.” She quietly says into the wolf’s thick mane, not used to admitting that she not only needed protection but was also thankful for it. Though it did have the added benefit of playing into the wolf’s alpha pride, which caused her tail to begin wagging back and forth in joy. “Now turn back so I can give you the reward you deserve.” Wednesday adds on in an effort to get her girlfriend to transform into a human so they can face the music, even though she already has a few ideas on how to get them out of any trouble.

And her promise of a reward works flawlessly as Enid’s fur quickly begins to disappear until she’s left standing in Wednesday’s arms, as naked as the day she was born and more enchanting than the Greek goddess Aphrodite herself.

“I would fight death itself to keep you safe, mi luna oscura.” (My dark moon) Are the first words Enid says once her tongue is human again, looking into Wednesday’s eyes like they held the secret to the universe as she wraps her arms around her mate, pulling their bodies flush against each other.

“And I would end the world just to bring a smile to your face.” Wednesday says before she leans in and places her lips against Enid’s in a gentle kiss of pure devotion. A kiss that ends far too soon due to the banging on the door.

“I heard Enid transform back!” A familiar french-accented voice calls out from the other side of the windowed wooden door. “You have one minute before I come in there to get you!” She warns the two lovers with a harsh tone, knowing exactly where the morning would lead if the girls were left alone.

“Be right out Mrs. Liz!” Enid yells out, pressing one more quick kiss to Wednesday’s lips before skipping off to her closet and throwing on her back-up uniform, with the addition of a black hoodie over her blazer, a hoodie that may or may not be the same (unwashed) one Wednesday wore during their date yesterday.

“Why are you here, Addams?” The headmaster, Asmodeus Thorin, questions with his rough and displeased tone as he stares down the small seer in front of him.

“I was involved.” Wednesday calmly states as she sits in the tacky leather chair with perfect posture, not at all afraid of the man’s poor attempt at an intimidating aura.

“Of course you were.” He sighs out in defeat as he drops his gaze from Wednesday to the small collection of paperwork on his desk. “Okay, tell me what happened.” The principal says as he grabs his pen and begins filling out some basic information on the incident report.

“Well,” Enid quickly begins to explain to the principal with a fast paced tone of annoyance. “Wends and I were eating our breakfast, just minding our own business, and then Logan comes up out of nowhere and starts yelling that Wends ruined his life and turned his pack against him.” It’s then that her tone changes from annoyance to outright anger as she practically growls out her next words. “Then he grabbed her and threw her to the ground.” Wednesday quickly reaches across the small table separating their chairs and grabs onto Enid’s hand, not even bothering to avoid the girl’s extended claws as she knows they won’t hurt her, quieting the wolf’s anger and replacing it with bashfulness. “And then I uh… I kinda wolfed out on him.” The way she shrinks in on herself, as if ashamed of her undeniable power, filled Wednesday with a wrathful vengeance directed at the principal, at anyone who made her wolf feel anything less than proud of what she is.

“You did what?” Principal Thorin looks up from filling out the incident report with pure disbelief that quickly shifts into the typical upset administrator face.

“I wolfed out and threw him across the quad.” She drops her gaze to her lap, to the hand that was holding hers, as she braces herself for the yelling she’s expecting to follow.

“Miss Sinclair! I expected these outrageous lies from Miss Addams but not you!” His voice was raised, not quite yelling but still enough to make Enid flinch and squeeze Wednesday's hand even harder. And that was enough to make Wednesday jump to Enid’s defense. She steeled her gaze at the principal and opened her mouth to say something, but before she could start to verbally berate the man for his ineptitude, a voice behind them beat her too it.

“Sir.” Mrs. Liz chimes in with a chipped tone, clearly displeased with her supervisors handling of the conversation so far. “She’s telling the truth. I saw it with my own eyes, she transformed in the middle of the day.” She shares what she witnessed with the head of the school, who’s raised eyebrows still displayed his disbelief.

“Are you sure?” He asks, even with the testimony of another authority figure he was still seemingly unable to wrap his head around what he was being told.

“It’s impossible to mistake a ten foot, pink and blue werewolf in direct sunlight for anything else.” She says with a bit of an annoyed tone tinging her french accent, obviously growing more and more irritated by the man’s refusal to believe what they were trying to tell him.

“It was magnificent.” Wednesday interjects as she sends a dreamy look at the wolf, a look that Enid notices is strikingly similar to the way Gomez longingly stares at Morticia. “Truly, a breathtaking sight of unmatched beauty.” Enid doesn’t even bother trying to hide the blush that spreads across her cheeks at the complement. She never really expected Wednesday to be so open about her feelings in front of others like this, so this came as the best kind of surprise.

“I don’t know what to do with this.” The voice of the principal is what finally pulls the two girls’ affectionate gazes off each other. “There are no rules about mid day transformations, because it has never been thought possible before.” His tone is a mix of frustrated and defeated, which is a record for Wednesday. Usually it takes at least a month of knowing an administrator to get that tone out of them. And Enid managed it in just over a week. It was impressive, so much so that Wednesday couldn't hold back the small smile from spreading across her face. “But, there are rules about using your powers on another student.” And that wipes any amusement off her face in an instant. The threat of Enid facing any sort of punishment for defending her wasn’t something she would abide by.

“She was defending her mate against another werewolf, something she is instinctually obligated to do.” Wednesday says with a deathly even tone as she stares down the principal. “I’m sure you can understand, considering you’re also mated to a werewolf.” Her gaze remains fixed on the principal as she subtly nods her head towards the family portrait sitting on his desk.

“Mates?” Principal Thorin’s eyebrows raise up in disbelief as he looks between the two students sitting in front of him. “You two?” He asks as he leans back in his chair and narrows his gaze at the girls. “I’ll need to see your bites to confirm.” He says as his gaze drops down to the girl's necks, which sends a hint of dread down both their stomachs. While they both know the other is their mate, they still have yet to make it official with mate bites. And without those marks it was very possible that Principal Thorin will disregard the notion that they’re mates altogether.

“That’s not necessary, I can already see that they have the red strings on their little fingers.” The fate weaver’s french accent fills the silence of their dread, confirming that the girls were soulmates and saving them from having to awkwardly explain the lack of bite marks on their necks.

“And did you see the incident that led up to Miss Sinclair’s transformation?” He asks the dorm supervisor, almost as if he’s finally remembered she was a witness to the whole incident.

“Yes, it was as Enid described. She was defending against Mr. Martins’ retaliatory attack on Wednesday, due to the incident in the werewolf student center last week.” She shares the basics of the incident she saw, and the words that came before the attack, giving away the reason Logan had targeted the raven a second time.

“Well, it seems that you acted within your right to defend your mate.” He almost hesitantly agrees, as if the idea that both of them not getting in any kind of trouble is unheard of. “And considering no long-term harm has befallen the other party, I don’t believe punishment to be necessary at the moment. But, if it happens again, we will be forced to look into ways to prevent any more mid-day transformations.” The way he says that sends a chill down Enid’s spine. The thought of being even more constricted than in the lupin cages makes her squirm in her seat, which Wednesday responds to with a reassuring squeeze of her hand. “Regardless. You two were involved in an incident that resulted in a student requiring medical care. So, while you are not in any trouble with the school, I am required to call your parents for legal reasons.” And that makes Enid’s squirming stop as fear paralyzes her entire being at the prospect of her mom finding out she’s mated.

“Is that really necessary?” Wednesday questions, feeling the anxiety dripping off her mate at the mention of involving their parents.

“Yes.” He simply states as he works on bringing up Enid’s student file on his computer to find the number Esther had left them. “If Mr. Martins or his family decide to seek legal retributions against Miss Sinclair then the school needs to make sure it’s covered.” The man explains like it’s no big deal, not grasping the fact that Esther will react in the worst possible way, and that’s not even taking into account the news of Enid mating with a girl who’s not even a wolf. “I’m sure, as the daughter of a lawyer, you understand.” He shifts his gaze to Wednesday completely missing the obvious signs of distress Enid was displaying. “And I’m sure you understand that, by having the daughter of a lawyer involved, it is even more imperative that we follow procedure.”

“Then call my parents and leave Enid’s out of it.” She tries to bargain with him in an attempt to spare Enid from the emotional turmoil her mother’s anger always brings her.

“Unfortunately, Miss Sinclair was directly involved, and that has forced my hand.” For the briefest of seconds, Wednesday almost thought he was being genuinely sympathetic, but that idea was quickly erased when he speaks again, this time with an almost condescending tone as he all but talks down to her. “And before you ask, yes, I’ll still need to call your parents as well Miss Addams.” She can almost see the eye-roll that his tone heavily implied he wanted to use, the one hiding under his accusatory glare. “You were the intended target of Mr. Martin’s attack.”

“It’s okay Wends. At least we’re not gonna get in trouble.” She reassures her mate, despite the clear signs of anxiety she was exhibiting, as well as the quiet, “Not with the school at least…” she whispered to herself in what Wednesday can best describe as a broken voice, helpless and void of joy. And Wednesday couldn’t stand to hear it.

“Principal Thorin.” Wednesday quickly speaks up before he can finish dialing the number of the beast, drawing his attention away from the phone to make a last minute, ugh… request from him. “I am sure you, more than most, understand the challenges of navigating pack law as a human who has mated with a wolf.” He sends her a slightly confused look before nodding in agreement. “Then you are aware there are certain ways to gently broach the subject to one’s traditional werewolf parents that they have mated with a non-wolf.” At her words the principals eyebrows raise halfway up his forehead in surprise as he looked between the two girls.

“You haven’t told your parents you’ve mated?” He asks as he focuses solely on Enid, not bothering to hide his disbelief, which only makes Enid’s anxiety grow.

“N-no sir. It’s a relatively new development.” She shyly admits as her gaze flicks down to her lap before shifting over to land on Wednesday. “They don’t even know that I… that I like girls.” There’s a palpable amount of fear to her voice now, which the thick-headed principal finally picks up on.

“Well, it is not my business to get involved in the love lives of my students, and I would certainly never out someone to their family.” And those few words do wonders to alleviate Enid’s stress, the reassurance that she doesn’t have to deal with her mom finding out she’s mates with a girl on top of her finding out she transformed in the middle of the day is a massive relief. “So, I will omit the fact that you were defending your mate and instead tell them you were defending your roommate.” The soft smile he offers Enid reminds her of the kind her dad usually gives her, the kind that tries to be reassuring without doing anything to actually help.

“Are you gonna tell her I wolfed out?” She quietly asks with the desperate hope her mother won’t have another thing to call her a freak over. The scars on her face were enough fuel for that particular fire.

“Yes. In regards to violent incidents involving the use of powers I have to tell them the whole truth.” He says with an even and almost factual tone, like he was just submitting a piece of paperwork and not about to do something that could have a massive effect on Enid’s life. So he picks up the phone again and quickly dials the number of the Sinclair matriarch, waiting until the long series of ringing ends and is replaced with the somewhat annoyed voice of Esther, demanding to know what this interruption is about.

Principal Thorin goes through the whole script; ‘There has been an incident, your daughter was involved but is unharmed. There was an unauthorized transformation but your daughter was defending her roommate from another student and will not be punished.’ There’s a good few minutes of silence from the principal as Esther responds with what Wednesday can only imagine to be horrid insults directed at her daughter.

“She wants to speak with you.” He eventually says once the voice on the other side finally shuts up, and his somewhat hesitant tone makes it clear that he knows what kind of disgusting things Esther is about to spew at her. But he has no choice and reluctantly hands the phone to Enid, who takes it with her claws extended.

“Hi mom.” She says with a small voice as she holds the phone’s speaker up to her ear, being careful not to stab her face with her claws. And those two words were all she was able to get in before the voice on the other side of the phone drowned out anything else with a wave of muffled yelling. But Wednesday's hearing had improved recently, thanks to her slow acquisition of wolfish traits courtesy of the Addams’ curse. And that means she can hear all the vile things that woman is saying to her mate. How she’s a reckless disappointment who can’t control herself. A broken wolf who can’t be normal even after wolfing out. A stain on the Sinclair name that should be removed.

Hearing all of that put Wednesday in, what Enid likes to call, her ‘stabby’ mood. At that moment Wednesday wishes she had paid more attention when Grandmamma Addams was teaching her how to make voodoo dolls, at least then she would have some way to work out this intense desire to bring untold pain upon Esther Sinclair. She was only barely restraining herself from grabbing the phone from Enid and tearing into the ungrateful wolf that decided it would be a good idea to hurt her love.

Thankfully, before Wednesday could act on her urge to put the woman in her place, a low growl ripped through the room, causing the voice on the other end of the phone to go quiet as the older wolf recognizes the alpha’s command for silence, even through the digital medium.

“No mom. I’m not normal.” Are the seething words Enid used to begin her verbal retaliation against her mother’s hostility, her tone just as low and commanding as her growl. “And I am so glad that I’m not, because I’ve seen what ‘normal’ is to you. You think normal means falling in line and doing what your told is more important than happiness. So I would much rather be a freak and wolf out mid-day to defend my mate than follow in your footsteps and get trapped in a loveless bond because I was expected to ‘find a nice werewolf boy’ to settle down with. And I sure as hell would rather be exiled from a pack that won’t accept me than continue to be belittled and bullied by a mother who cares more about how I appear to others than how I feel!” For a moment there was nothing but the sound of Enid’s heavy breathing until the shrill sound of Esther’s enraged reply filtered through the phone’s speaker. While Wednesday couldn’t quite hear the woman’s words over the pounding of her own heart, she did hear Enid’s simple and deathly calm reply. “So do it then.” Was all she said before she stood from her chair and hung up the phone with a surprising amount of restraint, dropping back down into her chair with a loud sigh of both exasperation and relief.

The deafening silence that followed that call was nowhere near as pleasant as the kind that follows an oversized explosion.

Enid simply sat there with that distant and distracted look on her face she always gets whenever dealing with the abusive things her mother says to her.

But she stood up to that vile woman. And while it wasn’t the first time, it was the newest addition in the now growing list of incidents where this wonderful wolf defends herself and asserts her own worth in the face of fear. Nothing could make Wednesday more proud than seeing the girl she loves becoming the woman she was always meant to be.

“That was incredible, mi loba.” Wednesday can’t help herself as she’s overcome with the signature Addams’ affection at seeing her love act with such passionate anger. She grabs Enid’s hand and brings it up to her face to press a light kiss to the wolf’s knuckles. It’s only the image of her father performing the same act on her mother that stops her from continuing with a trail of kisses up her arm.

“Do you need a moment, Miss Sinclair?” The Principal asks with a somewhat awkward voice, making it apparent that he’s not used to dealing with the emotional outbursts of a teenaged girl, despite the family picture on his desk that indicates he has a young daughter.

“No,” She tells the principal before she shifts her gaze to the girl sitting next to her, tears swimming in her eyes despite the smile on her face. “I’m okay.” There’s a soft sort of affection in her tone as she sends a very loving glance at Wednesday, subtly communicating that the reason she was okay was currently holding her hand.

“All that’s left is to call Miss Addams’ parents, so you may leave if you would like.” He says as he looks at Enid with understanding in his eyes. “But seeing as you two are mates I think it’s safe to assume you would like to stay?” He asks the wolf, who gives a nod in response before looking over to the raven with a raised eyebrow, subtly asking if it was okay for her to stay for the call to the girl’s parents. Wednesday tightens her grip on the hand in hers as she leans over and places a quick kiss to Enid’s cheek, letting the wolf know she’s welcome to stay.

And with that the principal picks up the phone and dials the number from Wednesday’s file, patiently waiting for the ringing to stop and a voice to answer.

But what he receives instead is a deep and unsettling grunt.

And when he says nothing in response, the grunt sounds out once again.

“That’s Lurch.” Wednesday speaks up, already getting annoyed at how long this call was taking. “Speak quickly and plainly, he’s a very busy man.” She tells him, and he thankfully follows her instructions, stating that he’s calling from Nevermore and needs to speak with one of Wednesday’s parents.

“Hello Mr. Addams, this is Principal Asmodeus Thorin from Nevermore.” He speaks again after a few minutes of silence, making it clear to the girls in the room that Gomez was the one who answered the call. “I am here in the office with your daughter and her roommate. They were both involved in an incident in the quad earlier today when another student physically assaulted Wednesday. Both Your daughter and Miss Sinclair are okay. The same cannot be said for Mr. Martins, the instigator.” He reassures Wednesday’s father before he can get too worried over any possible injuries the girls sustained. And based on the few seconds of silence it still may not have been successful in eschewing his worry. “Yes, the same Mr. Martins from the incident on Tuesday.” He answers before pausing again, listening to the next string of questions Wednesday’s father wanted cleared up. “Miss Sinclair stepped in and prevented him from doing any serious damage to your daughter, but in doing so she broke school rules and used her powers.” Even from this distance Wednesday can hear the wall of sound emitted from the phone’s speaker as her father’s excitement quickly overwhelms the principal, drowning the man in more questions than he can possibly know the answers too.

“Hand me the phone, I would like to talk to them.” Wednesday demands as she holds her hand out across the desk between them, simply waiting for Principal Thorin to comply, which he wisely does. “Mother, Father. Dreadful as always.” She greets both of them, not doubting in the slightest that her mother was present in the call as well.

“Ah, my little storm cloud!” Gomez instantly cheers out, nearly deafening the girl whose newly heightened sense of hearing wasn’t used to the intense decibel level a phones speaker can emit, especially when her father is on the other end.

“Wednesday dear.” Her mother speaks next, this time with a much more manageable volume for Wednesday's developing werewolf hearing. “Did the principal just say that Enid used her powers to defend you?” She asks, but as per usual that was only the preamble to her actual question. “Am I correct in understanding that means Enid transformed into a werewolf during the day?”

“Yes she did. Twenty minutes ago in the quad.” She can barely keep the smugness out of her voice as she confirms her mother’s suspicions, still feeling that intense pride from earlier when she was walking beside her ten foot tall mate.

“Ah, that is increíble!” Once again her father deafens her with his over enthusiastic response, but Wednesday finds it hard to be angry at him when they share the same sentiment for her mate.

“I agree, she is.” She says as she sends a side glance towards the incredible wolf they were talking about, taking in the enchanting beauty of the girl she loves.

“I am pained with envy mi tormenta! Such a privilege it is to view the bestial form of our lobita in the sinful light of day!” This time his volume is at a much more acceptable level, even though his excitement is still far too much for Wednesday to handle so early in the morning. “Perhaps she would give us all a demonstration when we next visit?” The hope in his voice is so thick Wednesday can practically feel it fill her ear canal, and while she would love nothing more than to show off the power her mate contains, that would have to wait until Enid gave her input on the matter.

“Perhaps next time.” She pushes off the decision on that for now as she steels herself for what she actually intended on asking them. “This weekend I would like to request your presence for a dinner in Burlington.” Her voice waivers slightly, one of the very subtle signs that she’s feeling uncharacteristically nervous. “I am aware that you have already met, but I would like to properly introduce you to my mate.”

“Your mate?!” Gomez continues his campaign to deafen his daughter through a digital medium. “Oh how wonderful! Young love blossoming at last!” His words cause Wednesday to roll her eyes, but she knows it’s just his over the top way to show his support.

“My dear, we look forward to meeting her properly!” Morticia’s voice is like refreshing rain compared to Gomez’s thunderous volume, and the constant back and forth between the obnoxiously loud and quietly soothing voices of her parents always gave her a headache, even more-so now that her hearing was becoming super-human. “But what of your excursion into Jericho? Has that already come to pass?” She once again asks a question as a lead-up to her actual question, which is as annoying as it’s always been.

“Not yet. The plans are already underway and will culminate tonight.” She explains, not even bothering to ask how her mother knows about her date tonight and just figuring that it was revealed to her in a vision. “Assuming that this incident hasn’t affected our off-campus privileges?” She turns her gaze to the man sitting opposite her as she asks the question, making it clear that it was intended for him and not her parents.

“No, you two are free to come and go as you please still, provided you have a staff member along to chaperone you to and from Jericho.” The principal explains, not even bothering to look up from the paperwork he was still filling out on his desk.

“Wait. You have plans for tonight?” The curious voice of the wolf chimes in from Wednesday’s side as she hangs up the phone without sending a good-bye to her parents, as is her usual way to end any sort of communications with the couple.

“Yes.” Wednesday answers her love, turning to face Enid with a slight smile on her face, making sure to keep it restrained in the presence of the principal and dorm supervisor. “For our date.” But Enid has no such self-imposed restrictions on her display of emotions, and as such she beams a breathtakingly beautiful smile right back at the raven. Unfortunately, before Wednesday can lean over and kiss her love, the principal clears his throat to get their attention back on him.

“Your first class of the day starts soon, so lets consider this matter settled. If Mr. Martins causes you anymore trouble I encourage you to seek out a staff member before taking matters into your own hands.” He says before he motions for the door, making it clear that the two girls were free to leave now, which they quickly do. Walking past Mrs. Liz and out the large office doors into the hallway, hand-in-hand and focused almost solely on each other and the thought of their upcoming date tonight.

Seeing as today was the first official Monday of the school year, combined with the drama from this morning, means a nice relaxing date with her mate is just what she needs.

But what she doesn’t need is for said date to have them standing in Jericho’s town center at almost nine o’clock at night, directly in front of the church’s red double doors and behind the creepy melted Crackstone statue the town never got rid of.

She had initially hoped that they weren’t actually going into the large house of god, but once Wednesday begins to fiddle with the door’s lock the reality of their date’s location becomes clear.

“Are you going to sacrifice me here or something?” Enid half-jokingly asks as she watches Wednesday pick the lock in record time, so quickly that it was almost like she had simply unlocked it with the key.

“The only sacrifices involving you should be in your honor.” The raven responds with a cool tone and a small smirk as she looks at the wolf over her shoulder and pushes open the door without breaking eye contact.

“That was… morbidly romantic.” Enid says with a blush on her cheeks as she follows the love of her life into the creepy church. There’s the typical, uncomfortable looking wooden pews evenly spaced out along the main room with the standard pastor’s podium positioned at the far end. The walls were lined with the long, nearly floor to ceiling stained glass windows that depict various religious figures like the Virgin Mary and Jesus himself. All and all it was much like most of the other churches she’s been in. But what wasn’t all that typical was the series of large metal tubes that decorated the wall behind the pastor’s podium. Enid instantly recognized it as a pipe organ, most likely built into the church when the building was originally erected. “But, uh… why are we here, Wends?” She questions in a nervous voice as her gaze flicks across the empty church, half expecting to see some creepy cloaked figure staring back at her through the darkness.

“For our date.” Wednesday simply states as she makes her way towards the pipe organ in the back of the church.

“Yeah, you’ve said that, a few times actually.” The wolf’s voice carries through the acoustically enhanced space, so does the scraping of the organ’s wooden bench against the floor as Wednesday pulls it out with her foot. “But that’s not a real answer.” Enid says as she stalks up behind the raven and watches as she lowers herself onto the seat.

“Perhaps this is answer enough.” Wednesday replies as she places her fingers on the keys, creating a long and drawn out note from the massive pipe organ. Wednesday takes a proper seat at the organ’s bench and adjusts her feet on the pedals as the next few notes of the song ring out, which Enid instantly recognizes as the opening of BlackPink’s Champion.

She watches as Wednesday’s fingers dance across the keys to create a rhythm that was very familiar to her, albeit at a slower tempo to better express the song with the chosen instrument. The sound vibrated inside of Enid’s body, letting her feel the music in a way she’s never had before.

It was literally breathtaking, Enid realized, seeing as she hadn’t taken a breath at all during the first few bars of the song because she was too afraid to shatter the moment. But she does let out a slow and amazed exhale as she gently sits down on the organ bench next to Wednesday, making sure to give her enough space to avoid messing up the raven’s flow.

At some point Enid starts to hum along to the non-existent lyrics of the song, only barely holding herself back from belting out the words at full volume so she doesn’t overshadow the work Wednesday has put into this date.

And then the song ends far too soon for Enid’s liking. The last note purposefully left to ring out in the empty church as Wednesday slowly slides her fingers off the keys, turning to look at the wolf sitting next to her with an almost shy smirk on her face.

“T-that was incredible…” Enid’s amazed voice fills the silence that followed as her heart swells to levels it’s rarely ever experienced before. “You learned a BlackPink song for me?” Her voice waivers with the pure love she’s feeling for her mate, for the girl who learned how to play ‘ear bleeding sound that’s an affront to music’ just for her.

“That’s not all I learned, mi loba.” Wednesday says with a smirk as she begins to pull on some of the knobs on the pipe organ before she gently places her delicate fingers back on the ivory keys and begins to play again. This one takes Enid a little longer to recognize as Taylor Swift's Lover.

And the night continues on in that manor, as Wednesday plays a whole bunch of different songs on the church’s pipe organ. Some more BlackPink and Taylor Swift, but also some songs that Enid’s heard her play on the cello before, like Metallica and Iron Maiden. But there were also a few classical pieces thrown in there too, for good measure.

“Wow.” Enid says once Wednesday rests her hands in her lap, making it clear that she’s done playing, at least for now. “That was amazing, Wends.” She pays the raven a well deserved complement before she leans in and presses a soft kiss to the girl’s lips.

“Thank you.” Wednesday says as she leans back in to deepen the kiss, tilting her head and bringing her hand up to cup Enid’s cheek in a show of pure love. And once she pulls away she looks into Enid’s eyes and clears her throat as she prepares to ask something that's been on her mind for a while now. “But I didn’t bring you here just to play you songs on the organ.” There’s an unusual nervousness to her voice now that tells Enid she should wait in silent support for what her girlfriend is obviously building up the nerve to say.

They spend a brief moment like that, sitting on the organ bench of the old Jericho church, looking lovingly at each other as Wednesday works up the courage to say what’s on her mind. The sun has long set by now and the mid-winter weather is calm and clear, letting the moonlight flood the space through the stained glass windows, giving the entire church an ethereal glow. The kind that makes this moment feel like something special, something that exists just for them. Their own little pocket of time that feels delicately fragile.

“Enid,” Wednesday finally says, the nervousness still in her voice but this time it was overshadowed by determination. “I want you to bite me.” She looks into the wolf’s eyes with a vulnerable gaze full of hope and love.

Hearing those words were all Enid has ever wanted in her life, to have someone want her enough to want her mate bite was a dream come true.

But the fact that her dream was being presented for her in this magical moment, with the soft glow of the moon filling the church in a rainbow of pastel hues, and the most beautiful girl she’s ever seen sitting next to her, was a fantasy she’s never been brave enough to have before.

And Wednesday was offering it to her on a golden platter.

“A-are you sure?” Enid questions, not fully believing that this moment was really happening, that she was allowed to have the life she’s always dreamed of and the happiness that came with it.

“There is no one else on this planet that I would ever be able to love as deeply as I do you.” Wednesday fully lets her Addams blood fly free, seeing the disbelief in Enid’s eyes as well as the unsure shaking of her hands and wanting to do whatever she can to reassure her. “You have destroyed me, Enid, and I never want to be whole if it means I would be without you again.” She continues, letting her voice become the most emotional it’s ever been in her entire life, the affection and love pouring out of her mouth is enough to put even her father to shame. “Bite me and make me yours forever, mi amor.” She practically pleads with the wolf sitting next to her, desperate to feel her fangs piercing her skin.

“Okay.” Enid breathlessly says as she turns towards Wednesday, wrapping one of her legs under the other so she can fully face her mate on the small organ bench. She reaches out and grabs Wednesday by her shoulders, pulling her closer and sweeping one of her braids over her shoulder before gently tugging the raven’s sweater down until her neck is clear from anything that can get in the way. “Ready?” The wolf asks as she looks from Wednesday’s neck into her eyes, her fangs already extended and her claws piercing her mate’s shirt.

“More than you know.” She says with a quiet determination that Enid can’t help but find incredibly attractive. And that was the last bit of reassurance she needed before her mind was made up.

She leans in, placing her left hand on the back of Wednesday’s head as her other snakes it’s way around her waist, holding her close as she continues to close the distance between them. She places a quick kiss to her mates lips before leaning down and gently scraping her extended fangs along the soft skin at the base of her jaw, being mindful to respect Wednesday's boundaries and keep her hands far away from her neck. But she didn’t know if Wednesday’s boundaries, and by extension her trauma, extends to more than just hands on her neck. So she makes it quick, sinking her top left fang into the scent gland of her mate while avoiding her jugular and throat with her lower fangs as to not do any actual damage.

The rows of teeth piercing into her skin causes Wednesday to let out a mix between a grunt of pain and a moan of pleasure.

And once Enid hears the sound her mate makes she pulls away, although somewhat hesitantly, with blood smearing her lips and her pupils blown wide open.

She looks over Wednesday, taking in the blissful expression on her face and the trails of red flowing down her neck. With a quick glance into those love-filled brown eyes, Enid leans back in and begins to lick the blood off her mate’s skin, her instincts telling her to use her saliva to clean the wound. The special lycan enzymes in her saliva both helps and hinders the bite’s healing process, making sure it closes quicker than usual while ensuring it stays as a permanent scar.

With a content smile on her face she kisses the new mate mark on Wednesday’s skin before leaning back and staring longingly at her love. Her gaze constantly shifting from the girl’s brown eyes to the red skin on her neck and back again.

“I expect another one during the next full moon.” Wednesday says with her own smile spread across her face as she brings her hand up and lightly presses her fingers against the newest scar that mars her body, though this is the first one that was consensually put there.

“No, Wends. If I bite you when wolfed out I might actually kill you.” Enid denies it before Wednesday can get too invested in the idea, but something tells her it’s already too late, that Wednesday won’t give up on it that easily.

“And what a glorious death it would be.” She all but confirms Enid’s suspicion that her mind is set on being bitten by a fully transformed alpha wolf. “But I must remind you once again, an Addams cannot hurt another Addams.” At this point Wednesday might as well tattoo that on her forehead just so she doesn’t have to say it anymore. It’s not that Enid forgets the Addams curse prevents her from doing any harm to her mate, it’s just that she’s seen what Wednesday’s definition of ‘harm’ is. She still remembers the row of claw marks she carved into the raven’s skin after the night of the Wendigo attack, and the words Wednesday said to her to calm her worry.

“Not unless you want me to.” Enid shoots back with a playful amount of snark to her tone and a cheeky smirk before she leans in and kisses her mate, taking a second to capture the girl’s lower lip in between her still extended fangs, applying enough pressure to puncture the skin and coax even more blood out of her mate, proving her point in a way they both enjoy.

But, before they even part from their kiss, the door to the church busts open and the last voice either of them wants to hear fills the room.

“I shoulda fuckin’ guessed it was you.” Sheriff Galpin says as he walks down the aisle between the wooden pews, approaching the shocked girls still sitting on the pipe organ’s bench. “Trespassing in a church, Addams?” He rhetorically asks as his right hand drops down to rest against his holster once he sees the blood on Wednesday’s face and neck and the matching color on Enid’s lips. “And Sinclair, mauling another kid I see.” The disdain for the bright wolf is clear, as is the poorly veiled reference to the night of the blood moon when he interrupted the fight between Enid and his son. “Alright you two. Stand up, arms out.” He commands them, using his left hand to motion them up off the bench while his other hand remained firmly in place on his holstered service revolver.

“If you touch her, I swear on my family’s name that I will hire every single lawyer in the country to prosecute you for child molestation.” Wednesday says with a deathly low tone as she stands up and gets between her mate and the obviously hostile Sheriff.

“I gotta check her for weapons.” He says with an annoyed disinterest to his voice, the kind that always told Wednesday he views them as nothing more than a hindrance at best and a lower class at worst.

“Then call your deputy and have her do it.” Wednesday adopts a tone that’s similar to his, which only causes him to glare at her. “That is, if you want to waste her time as much as you are ours. Enid is a werewolf, the deadliest weapons on her person are permanently attached to her finger tips.” She points out how useless it is to search for weapons on a outcast that is a weapon.

“I can’t break protocol.” He tries to argue, but Wednesday isn't going to back down, not when her mate is involved.

“You have and you will.” She shoots back with a glare, making it clear she was aware of all his shortcomings during the Hyde investigation.

“Alright fine. I won’t give Sinclair a pat down as long as you don’t resist arrest.” His gaze remains fixed on Wednesday with clear distrust in his eyes. “Agreed?” Wednesday’s answer comes in the form of an action as she holds her wrists out in front of her with her palms facing up, a clear show of surrender. “No. Turn around, hands behind your back.” She narrows her eyes at him even more, but complies nonetheless, turning around and facing her fear-filled mate as Galpin slaps the cuffs on her wrists.

“Just breathe, Enid. Everything is going to be okay.” She reassures her wolf who looked to be on the edge of a complete breakdown. But at the words of her mate she manages to pull herself together enough to retract her claws and let the Sheriff cuff her hands without risk of injuring him and escalating the situation.

And, now that they were both restrained, the Sheriff begins to drag them down the isle and away from the pipe organ.

The trio bursts through the red double doors of the church and into the cold night air. The moon was still illuminating everything, although without the added stained glass coloring that was present in the church, making it clear that their moment was welly and truly over.

The Sheriff opens the back door to his cruiser and roughly shoves Wednesday in before slamming the door on her and taking Enid to the other side, doing the same with her.

And once the door closes behind Enid, Wednesday takes the chance to talk to her mate without Galpin overhearing.

“Enid, it’s going to be alright. My father is a lawyer and the Sheriff had no right to arrest us in the first place.” She reassures her wolf once again, seeing as the tears in her eyes and her fidgeting have only gotten worse once in the car.

“I don’t care about that.” Enid responds with a very agitated tone, one that was obviously not directed at the girl next to her. “I mean, I’m terrified of my mom finding out, but that’s not what’s bothering me.” She says as she clenches and releases her hands behind her back, her claws already back out and threatening to rip into the seat.

“Then tell me.” Wednesday pleads with her mate, desperate to know what was wrong so she could do everything within her power to fix it.

“It’s just, my wolf instincts are making me a lil crazy; You have my mate mark, but I don’t have yours and it kinda feels like, um…” She hesitantly trails off as her gaze flicks from her mate to her lap and back again. “Like you’re rejecting me.” Her voice is quiet and self-conscious before it quickly shifts into a more panicked and urgent tone. “But I know that’s dumb and I know that you really do love me and you’re absolutely not rejecting me, it’s just that the stupid Sheriff interrupted us before you could bite me too. And I know I’m being dumb but my skin burns and my heart hurts and I just really want-” She stops her nervous rambling as Wednesday suddenly straddles her lap.

“Then allow me to rectify my mistake.” She says, slow and quiet as she looks into Enid’s eyes with affection and desire. Wednesday begins to unzip Enid’s hoodie, and with her hands still cuffed behind her back that forces her to use her teeth to pull the zipper open before popping the buttons of her shirt open as well, something that she proves to be surprisingly good at. Once she has enough space she pushes the fabric of Enid’s hoodie and shirt off her shoulder, giving one last look into the wolf’s eyes before she descends on the girl’s neck. Wednesday can feel the teeth in her mouth shift and grow as they take on a much more wolf-like appearance, with long fangs and all. She glides her extended fangs across the skin that hides Enid’s scent glands before sinking her teeth into the porcelain flesh, drawing an inciting gasp from the wolf beneath her, which in turn draws the Sheriff's attention to them.

“Hey, HEY!” Galpin yells from the front seat, at some point he had gotten in the car as well, but both girls were too distracted to notice until he began his verbal attempts at stopping them. “Get the hell off her Addams!” He turns in his chair as much as the confined space lets him, which isn’t much. And due to the plexiglass window between them there was no way he could physically separate them without opening the back doors and climbing in there himself. “What the hell are you doing? You want to add assault charges on top of your B&E?” But Wednesday ignores him and instead focuses on licking Enid's mate mark clean in the same way the wolf had done for her.

A knocking on the front left window drew the attention of the Sheriff and both blood covered girls.

Standing on the other side is Mrs. Liz, the Ophelia hall dorm supervisor, looking surprisingly pissed off. The sheriff rights himself in his seat before he rolls down the window so he can talk to the woman.

“Is there something I can help you with ma’am?” He asks, not recognizing the woman in the slightest. Mostly because the two had never met before.

“I would like to know why you have decided to arrest my students.” Her voice is as respectful as it can be for the amount of anger it’s masking, but the same can’t be said for the fire in her striking brown eyes.

“I was down at the Weathervain when I heard music coming from the old church. I know that the pastor takes his Monday’s off so of course I go to check it out. And that’s when I catch these two sitting in front of the piano with Sinclair here sinking her teeth into Addams’ neck.” The disgust in his voice is as clear as the anger in Mrs. Liz’s. “They’ve both been caught trespassing and are being charged with breaking and entering. Though I have half a mind to add assault to both their charges considering they bit each other.” He says before whispering to himself, “God damn animals.”

“There was no trespassing. I asked the pastor if I could use the pipe organ and he gave me the key.” She tells him the vital information he never asked for, seeing as he was too busy profiling the girls as criminals.

“You, talking to Pastor Mike?” He asks with clear disbelief as he eyes the girl like he caught her in a lie. “Really?”

“Yes. We had a fascinating conversation about the origin of communion and it’s symbolism regarding the consumption of the body and blood of Christ.” She tells him with an annoyed tone as she stares him down with narrowed eyes. “I even told him about the Addams’ similar Día de los Muertos tradition to honor those we lost that year, although ours is much less metaphorical.” That last little detail wasn’t strictly necessary, although it did serve to make the Sheriff noticeably uncomfortable.

“And the ‘biting’ is a werewolf mating ritual that you interrupted.” Enid speaks up, finding the courage to stand up to the Sheriff now that she knows they didn’t actually break any laws. “So not only was it consensual, but you’ve also broken pack code by interfering.” She adds on, knowing that he won’t face any consequences for his interruption but still hoping to make him a little nervous.

“They also had permission from Nevermore to be off campus.” The fate-weaver adds the last nail to the coffin, making it clear the two girls in the back of his police car did nothing wrong. “So, you can either let the girls go, or face the full force of Nevermore’s legal team.” Mrs. Liz is the next to threaten the Sheriff with repercussions for his decision to arrest the two girls without doing his due diligence first.

“He also never read us our Miranda Rights.” Wednesday chimes in with that juicy bit of information that she had planned to use against him if Enid’s arrest proceeded to the point of a jail cell. And hearing the fact that the Sheriff never read them their rights fills Mrs. Liz with a rage that was nearing Addams levels of impressive.

“Let. Them. Go.” Three seething words is all it takes to force the Sheriff out of his vehicle and into action, opening the back door to his cruiser and letting the girls climb out on their own.

Enid is the first one out, her face a delicate shade of red and the left side of her neck was still stained with the smeared pink blood of her mate bite. She waited patiently yet nervously as Galpin unlocks the handcuffs around her wrists, setting her free and allowing her a sigh of relief. Her first time in handcuffs is something she does not want repeated anytime soon.

And when the Sheriff gets to Wednesday, she simply hands him the already unlocked cuffs that she picked her way out of using her pinky claw. While she hasn’t fully mastered her claws yet, she did figure out how to extend and retract them individually, which happens to be very useful for escaping captivity.

“Get the hell outta here.” He says as he grabs the cuffs and returns them to his utility belt. With one last glance between the three women he gets back in his cruiser and drives off, leaving the small group behind in silence.

“Well, girls. I hope your date went well regardless of the Sheriff's interruption.” The fate-weaver says with a hopeful smile on her face as her gaze briefly flicks to the red marks on their necks, wanting the girls to know they have her continued support.

“It was perfect.” Enid says with a dreamy smile directed at the girl who was walking next to her, her mate! And that thought brings and excited little shoulder wiggle out of the wolf as she takes the hand of her love and intertwines their fingers, earning no resistance from the seer.

“I'm glad to hear that. But we must make our way back to Nevermore before curfew.” She says with a bit of a sad smile, not wanting the young lover’s night to end on such a sour note. “And congratulations on the mate bites.” Mrs. Liz adds on, which causes Wednesday to reach over to her girlfriend and begin re-situating the wolf’s shirt and hoodie.

The way Enid lights up at the woman’s congratulations is enough to make Wednesday forget it was nighttime, the brightness of her wolf temporarily overshadowing any darkness in the area.

This girl, her mate, drew her in from the moment they met, and Wednesday couldn't be happier to have her in her life, now and forever.