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Wednesday had hoped sharing a room with Enid Sinclair once more would be, if not enjoyable, at least a predictable part of her Nevermore experience.
She soon discovered it was to be neither predictable, nor particularly unenjoyable.
It began on Sunday morning when she identified a new smell in their shared space. She would have never deigned to admit it, but she had come to enjoy the perfumes and scents Enid used to fill the room, despite the fact the young wolf used far too much of both. New smells were nothing new, though Enid usually warned Wednesday whenever she was introducing a new scent.
It smelled good, much better than any of the others. There was pine sap to it, the acrid burn of wood ash, something leafy and green and musty too. It was the smell of thick, overgrown foliage as a fire was descending upon it.
Wednesday lay in bed, taking in the scent in slow deep breaths. Her alarm had not yet blared, signaling the start of the day, though there was precious little she had to occupy her time on a Sunday so early in the semester. Ophelia Hall wasn’t even full, with many students having not yet arrived.
Her mouth watered, and Wednesday opened her lips to suck in a lungful of the smell. What is that? She pondered. She felt a heat flare in her chest, then spread and settle lower, and lower, and lower…
Wednesday’s eyes snapped open. She might not know that scent, but she knew that feeling. That was a heat, her Omega biology, inconvenient at the best of times, screaming to be unleashed. That long dormant urge, rising to the fore. Her hand, so often obedient only to her, was treacherously reaching down to the cleft between her legs.
But how? She wasn't due for a heat until at least Halloween. The methods to bring out an Omega's heat early were rare. There were some spells, and a few alchemical concoctions did the trick. But the most common way to induce early onset heat, particularly in young unclaimed Omegas, was-
Wednesday threw off her covers and spun on her bed to look over at Enid’s, and just turning her head the smell increased in intensity, a wave of Alpha flowing over her in a haze.
Enid must have grown quite warm in the night, as she had thrown off not only all covers but shed her pajamas as well. The two parts, pants and shirt in a riot of color, lay on the floor. Enid, clad in only a pair of pink panties, lay on the bed.
There, unmistakably, was proof her roommate had fully emerged into an Alpha. Enid wasn't shy, and while Wednesday hadn't quite seen her naked, she was sure she would never have missed the fleshy shaft now protruding, rock hard and ready, from between Enid’s legs.
Then, the alarm buzzed, a howling cacophony of rattling chains that often helped Wednesday transition from sleeping nightmares to waking ones. Today, it simply caused Enid to bolt upright, let out a sharp cry, and turn to see Wednesday staring at her with what could only be called undisguised lust.
In a different world, there might have been smiles, an exchange of witty banter, and a smooth, natural discussion. In this one, Enid let out a second, more intense shriek, and fell backward over the side of her bed away from Wednesday.
“DON’T LOOK!” She cried.
“Enid!” Wednesday said, halfway out of bed before she could track her own reaction. “Don’t be upset, it’s perfectly natural.”
Enid peaked her head up over the covers. “It is?” she asked.
Wednesday licked her lips. “Yes. It’s simple, you’re an Alpha. You’re presenting.” A beat of total, shocked silence filled the space. “You do know what Alpha’s are?” Wednesday asked incredulously.
“Yes, yes, but,” Enid’s voice shook. “I can’t be an Alpha. It’s too late, I, I’m too…”
“Did anything change happen after you shifted last year?” Wednesday asked, her patience straining under the weight of this conversation.
Enid shook her head partway, then stopped.
“I, uh, I’ve been kinda off all summer.” She admitted. “My parents said it was just hormones after the shift.”
“Did,” Wednesday licked her lips again, how were they so dry? “Did your parents tell you anything about Presentation? Did they tell you about what being an Alpha means?”
“They said to just not worry about that stuff.” Enid said, eyes now fixed on Wednesday. “I mean, I thought I was a Beta, they’re both Betas, so I just…” She got a faraway look in her eye. “Do you smell that?”
Of course, it's you , Wednesday almost quipped but stopped herself short. Alphas can’t smell an Alpha musk, just as Omegas can’t smell their own slick. If Enid was struck with a scent it would have been...
“What does it smell like?” Wednesday asked, curiosity overwhelming her better senses.
“Like soil after rainfall,” Enid said, sucking in a breath, lifting her head up and away from the makeshift barrier of her bed. She sucked in a breath. “Like… old books and carpentry and-” She stopped. “Oh no, it’s you!”
Wednesday didn't even bother to get offended. “It’s my scent, I believe your own rut has kick started my own cycle out of rhythm.”
“Sorry,” Enid said, shrinking back.
“It’s not your fault,” Wednesday said, it's your parents for not knowing the first thing about A/B/O genetics, she cursed.
“What, what happens now?” Enid asked, all the usual enthusiasm gone from her voice.
Wednesday took in a breath to ready herself, which only had the unfortunate side effect of sparking another wave through her rebellious endocrine system. She hadn’t even thought to bring her suppressants, knowing she had another few months before her cycle. She wracked her brain, studiously ignoring the situation she found herself in.
A young Alpha and Omega, alone in a room, in rut and heat respectively, it would only be natural… She cut off that line of thinking.
“I will get dressed and find the dorm mother,” Wednesday said, slowly. “I will acquire some emergency suppressants. In the meantime, I will remove a few books on the subject from the library. Unfortunately, I don’t possess any volumes on Werewolf A/B/O systems and norms.”
“Is that, I mean, do we have to tell anyone?” Enid asked, shaking.
“Yes,” Wednesday said, placing every emphasis into her voice “Whatever you're feeling at this moment will only get stronger, and stronger, til it becomes uncontrollable. You might even shift, no matter the lunar cycle.”
Enid stared at her, blinking hard. “Ok, Wends.” She said, “go for help.”
Wednesday found she could not break eye contact with the budding Alpha. Oh, devilspawn, I can taste her scent now .
Summoning every mote of self control that had borne her through so many trials, Wednesday closed her eyes, stood tall, and began to dress quickly.
Often, Wednesday enjoyed Nevermore in these liminal times, when there were so few other souls in the halls and passageways that one could easily imagine they were alone. This morning, she found herself glad of the stillness and solitude for entirely different reasons.
She could catalogue every part of the checklist her father had shown her, years ago. She was flushed, in particular her cheeks and her nether regions. She was running a full degree, possibly more, above her usual quite cold body temperature. Her body was already in the midst of creating slick, and she knew the thoroughly embarrassing volume that was already gathering was nothing compared to what her body might create.
If Wednesday did not wish to undergo a thoroughly humiliating heat that might last a week or more, she needed to take suppressants immediately. Enid did as well, after all, the usual methods for settling these urges were entirely off the table. She and her roommate had only recently discovered an equilibrium they could both live with, a fragile understanding that gave Wednesday a home, a refuge, a nest in Nevermore that she valued more than any simple physical impulse.
"What do you mean you can't give her full strength suppressants?" Wednesday asked coldly.
The nurse, an middle aged woman with a name tag for ‘Nancy’, sighed as she counted out a week’s dose of moderate suppressant on a sheet of paper.
"She's a new werewolf Alpha in rut," the nurse explained. "If we knew beforehand it was coming we could have her on a preventative dose, but if I give her a full dose now it could harm her."
"Elaborate" Wednesday demanded of the older woman.
"Newly emerged wolves are, in some ways, fragile," the nurse said slowly. "If she takes a full dose now, it would imbalance those same hormones that are triggering the rut. There's no telling what new equilibrium her body might find; she might thereafter be in a constant low level rut state. She might have her rut cycle so unpredictable she’ll have no choice but to stay on max strength suppressants full time, which would carry their own nasty side effects. She might also never rut again.”
Wednesday blinked. For an Alpha to risk never rutting again, a Wolf Alpha never to rut again would be unthinkable.
Nurse Nancy continued. “Better by far to simply give her a low dose to dampen the worst of the effects, and let her work it off. It will take about a week, and I’ll sign for her to stay out of class for that time."
She placed the pills in a yellow bottle and set it on the counter.
"And what about you?” Nurse Nancy quirked her head and regarded Wednesday. “You were so flushed when you came in I was sure you were the one in need of medication."
Wednesday ignored the question as touched the bottle. "So she will still be in rut? How bad will it be?"
"It would be very unpleasant," the nurse admitted. "All outcasts present the A/B/O system in different ways, but if there’s one truth it’s that wolves have by far the most extreme reaction. If she was already paired, it would be easy to simply have her and a partner settle her the natural way, but we aren't backwoods families out here. We don't pair off kids for rutting just because it's convenient."
Wednesday nodded. "So if she did have a compatible Omega close at hand?" She asked, leadingly.
"Then it would be simple," the nurse nodded. "Her rut would trigger the Omega’s heat after about six hours of close proximity, and they would both experience a natural end to the cycle in about a day. Do you know if her family had someone in mind?"
"No, I'm sure they didn't," Wednesday said. "Thank you. I'm sure you understand why she couldn't come in person."
The nurse waved a hand, "I've seen wolves in rut. It's quite undignified, even by the standards of other Alphas. Plus, I’m an Omega; I’d need another adult here under school policy to ensure nothing untoward happened."
Wednesday could smell it climbing the stairs to their room, and had to focus just to get up the stairs. She’d acquired the medication, some refreshment from the kitchen, and grabbed three books from the library. Two on werewolf specific A/B/O systems, and one on the general concept of A/B/O, as it seemed Enid’s parents had woefully underprepared her for the trial she was presently undergoing.
She knocked, then opened the door to find Enid out on the balcony.
"I brought some pills from the nurse," she called out. Then, "they'll help."
"Ok," came the growl from the balcony. “Leave them on the floor, I don't think… I don't think we can share the room with you right now Wednesday.”
Wednesday felt something hot and wet rise in her throat at hearing the dismissal. She let out a breath, clamped down on the useless emotion, and turned to face the door. With immense effort, she exited the room, took another set of deep breaths, and left to walk the grounds.
When she returned an hour later, she found Enid sitting on her own bed, wrapped in a sheet that resembled a Technicolor experiment. The room still smelled delectable.
"They helped," she said unprompted, then sighed. "Not much, but some. I'm not quite ready to run screaming from the hall anymore, but it's an option."
Wednesday discreetly did not mention the poorly concealed erection between Enid’s legs.
With a deep and rattling sigh, Enid turned and started to pack a night bag. "I'll ask Mrs. Lupus to open up the wolf cages for me," she said, "hopefully this won't last more than a few days."
"You should not have to leave," Wednesday told her.
"Please, Wednesday, please, I am begging you." Enid said, averting her eyes. "I can't stay in the room, even the cages won't be so bad as this."
"Why?" Wednesday demanded. "I can be the one to leave and-"
"Because the room would still smell like you," Enid admitted, voice hardly a whisper. "And it's driving me up the walls. I don't know if any pills can help that."
Wednesday’s hand tightened on the edge of the window. "There is an… alternative, if you're interested."
Enid looked at her uncomprehending.
“I assume you haven't started reading the books?” she asked her wolfish roommate.
“I did,” Enid began, pointing at an open book propped on her desk. “It’s pretty hard to concentrate though. It talks a lot about how Werewolf Alphas are different from other types of Alpha.”
"That might be true for the A system.” Wednesday admitted. “But as you have noticed, I am an Omega," Wednesday said slowly, allowing each syllable to emerge only after careful consideration. "I may not be a wolf Omega, but the differences in the O system are slight. And we are undoubtedly chemically compatible; so much so your rut has triggered my own cycle."
"Oh," Enid said, her mouth in a perfect O. "I just thought, well..."
"No, I don't always smell like this," Wednesday nodded.
"You must be burning up,” Enid, shocked. “I thought you were flushed just from the embarrassment!”
Wednesday did not deign to respond that it was a combination of the two factors that made her skin so diabolically red.
“To be utterly unambiguous then,” she started, and stared Enid in the eye. “Enid Sinclair, I am offering to engage in coitus with you, in order or to more quickly and naturally settle our shared biological concern.”
At that, Enid was silent for a full five seconds. Then, “Wedns, did you just offer for me to fuck you?”
“If you want to be crude, yes,” Wednesday clarified.
“Oh, but, I couldn't take advantage of you," Enid shook her head. “You said my cycle triggered yours. That means it’s my fault, I can't expect you to, uh, take care of it for me.”
"Far from taking advantage, it is simply the best shared solution," Wednesday blinked, and continued. "We can both suffer through the next several days, even with suppressant pills, broadcasting our state to every other Alpha and Omega in Nevermore. Or, we can simply," the raven haired seer forced herself to find the most clinical words, " indulge our biological imperatives and settle this in a matter of hours."
Enid gulped. Far from averting her eyes now, those eyes were glued to Wednesday’s. Her pupils were dilated, black dots ringed by blue iris, stark against her flushed cheeks.
"And there's no way this will become weird, right?" Enid said. "I just got used to being your friend."
"If you could get used to everything else, I don't see why some simple mutual physical assistance would challenge that." Wednesday said. She ignored the trickle of sweat down her back.
Enid bit her lips, and Wednesday’s nose flared as she caught the swing in pheromones. Were those pills doing anything at all ? She wondered.
"Ok then," Enid said, and a piece of Wednesday Addams she didn’t realize was missing clicked into place. Enid reached to pull down the sheet covering her, exposing an expanse of pink skin and toned limbs. Wednesday’s heart skipped two full beats as she saw the Alpha was utterly bare beneath the cover. "Oh, sorry," Enid said, flinched and pulling it back up, "I'm just so flushed, I-"
"Please stop apologizing," Wednesday got out, fighting the urge to fidget. "It's a biological reaction. We should communicate, but let's just assume any mistakes or awkwardness is the result of inexperience, not malice nor personal deficiency, shall we?"
"Oh, you're such a romantic Wednesday," Enid cracked the first smile Wednesday had seen on that face since they'd both woken up, and she was overcome with the desire to see it never leave the Alpha's lips.
"We should set ground rules," Wednesday said, stepping over the invisible line that delineated their room between the colorful Sinclair half and the Addams half. "I have a very robust implant, so pregnancy isn't an issue."
Enid visibly began to pant. "Does that mean I can, uh, cum inside you?" She asked huskily.
"You may," Wednesday said, as she began to unbutton her blouse. "You may be rough with me, but I will make my wishes known if you go too far. No colors or safewords, if I say no or stop, you do so. And the same goes for me. Understood?"
"Yes," Enid said, then licked her lips. "May I bite you?"
"Don't break the skin," Wednesday cautioned. The front of her blouse was nearly undone, with only three buttons near her navel holding it back. Enid’s eyes were glued to her top, the functional black bra that covered her chest and her small breasts.
"Focus Enid," she snapped her fingers twice and broke Enid’s attention. She reflected that they probably should have tried to do this part fully clothed, but the truly prudent course of action was to simply not do it at all. And Wednesday found that intolerable.
"Do you have any rules, any concerns you need voiced?" She asked, holding her roommate's gaze.
"I'm not a virgin," Enid said softly. "Or, well, I guess, in this sense I am and, um,"
"Virginity is a social construct," Wednesday said. "What we're doing is new to both of us. I'll say, for the sake of clarity, that we agree to never discuss this arrangement outside this room?"
"Of course," Enid said.
Wednesday took another step toward her roommate, into Enid's reach where she sat on the edge of the bed.
"We have almost two full days before people start arriving in earnest," she breathed out slowly, and then in, taking in the source of the smell that had driven her wild all morning. "Approximately 43 hours to work this out, to satisfy our cycles. We should not waste time."
Staring Enid dead in the eyes, she ordered. "Move that sheet and let me look at you."
Enid let out a whimper, and pulled her colored sheet the rest of the way off her body. “I thought the Alpha was supposed to give the orders,” she joked.
She was completely bare under Wednesday’s roving eye. Her skin slightly tan from weeks in the wilderness, a scattering of freckles across her shoulders, her muscles a bit more defined than last year. Her breasts, small pert handfuls, topped with dusky rose nipples that stuck out sharply from her body. Further down, a patch of well trimmed blonde hair topped the newest addition to her anatomy, an Alpha shaft. About six inches long and quite thick, it curved just a bit to her right, already glistening with anticipation.
"You're beautiful," Wednesday breathed.
"Oh, Wends, you don't have to-"
Wednesday reached out and took Enid’s face in both her hands, leaned in, and declared, "you are beautiful. Gorgeous. Astonishingly pretty and worthy of adoration, and I will not brook any argument."
Enid looked like she was about to cry, but said, "thank you,"
"You're welcome," Wednesday said. "Now, are you ready to begin?"
"I'm dying to," Enid said.
"Then, what are you waiting for," Wednesday leaned in to whisper in her ear, "Alpha?"
That did it. Something raw and guttural beyond human language escaped Enid's throat and her hands seized Wednesday around the upper arms. With an ease that thrilled the young Omega, Enid switched their positions. In a moment, it was Wednesday sitting on the bed and Enid standing over her, blonde hair hanging down, eyes aflame.
"Say that again," Enid barked. Wednesday had to force herself to not instantly obey.
"Say what?" She asked sweetly. Enid reached down and pulled at her blouse, sending the last buttons flying across the room as she stripped the gothling.
"You're such a brat, Wednesday," Enid hissed.
"Then at the risk of sounding like a cliche," Wednesday said, leaning in, the light in her eyes so intense it seemed to glitter, "Make. Me."
And just like that, Wednesday was on her back on the bed, legs dangling over the side, Enid on top of her. One arm roved across her skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake as it deftly pulled away the remains of her blouse, then her bra, and started unclasping her black pleated skirt. The other hand was clenched firmly around her throat.
"Harder," Wednesday asked, and was at once rewarded with a tightening of the fingers on her neck. Her thighs squeezed together, desperate for friction and stimulation.
"So needy," Enid said, and lowered her head to Wednesday’s now bare chest. "You know, some of the Fangs were convinced you must have nipple piercings, but I told them I never saw a sign." She lazily flicked out her tongue and ran it along Wednesday’s chest, between the cleft of her breasts and up the other side. "I guess now I'll have to keep it a secret," she licked Wednesday’s left nipple, then blew gently on it. The bud and its silver bar practically buzzed with excitement.
By now, Enid had extricated Wednesday’s skirt and casually thrown it across the room, leaving her crotch suddenly exposed to the breeze wafting in the old attic room. With aching patience, she rose and stared down at the omega. "Spread your legs," she ordered.
Wednesday was spread out under her, wearing only socks, black lace panties, and an expression of wonder. The bed under her was already damp, and dimly Enid knew some major laundry would need doing afterwards. They were both panting, each breath only sucking in more and more of the other's musk. A viscous feedback system with only one possible result.
"I can see you're ready," she taunted Wednesday, leaning forward. "I can smell that you're ready," closer, closer to the Omega's crotch. With one finger, she pulled aside the soaked material covering her roommate's pussy, revealing a vulva flushed and soaking. "I can feel that you're ready," she teased, letting one finger brush the outside of Wednesday’s outer lips. A full body shiver ran through her mate, and Enid put a hand on each of the prostrate girl's thighs.
Enid leaned forward and laid a kiss directly on Wednesday’s pussy. "I can taste that you're ready," she said, licking her lips, and was rewarded with the sweet sound of Wednesday Addams mewling in lust.
"So tell me, Omega," and Wednesday shuddered, legs twitching against Enid’s grip, "are you ready?"
"I'm ready," Wednesday asked, gasping.
"Hmmmm, tell me again," Enid said in mock hesitation. Wednesday bucked her hips and let out a sound Enid would never have expected to hear from her. A squeal of indignation.
"I'm ready for your cock, Alpha," Wednesday begged, lifting her upper body with her arms and staring Enid in the face. "I'm ready. I'm dripping . And if you're going to keep making me wait I'll-" Enid simply rocked her hips forward to bring the tip of her cock into contact with Wednesday’s pussy and the girl dropped back to the bed.
"You'll what?" Enid teased, and brushed her cockhead against Wednesday’s crotch again. "Beg? Whine? Put on an edgy facade of unavailability?"
"No fair," Wednesday moaned at the next wet slap of contact.
"You're lucky you're so pretty," Enid whispered, and released her grip on her partner's thighs. One hand slid over Wednesday’s outer lips and spread them, while the other gripped her own shaft. "Now, just relax, and let me fuck my adorable goth Omega," she crooned.
Enid guided her cock to Wednesday’s entrance, shifted her hips to find the right angle, and leaned her weight in. Wednesday opened her mouth to make a quip and it was lost in a gasp that lingered into a moan.
She was wet. She was so so soft. And she was tight, so tight Enid was afraid she'd hurt Wednesday if she obeyed her instincts and just started to pound away at the perfect hot core enveloping the first two inches of her cock.
With visible mental effort, Enid pulled back, and shifted forward again. Again, Wednesday went nonverbal, and Enid saw stars. A third time, and she could feel Wednesday twitch around her cock, could feel it as the omega shifted her own weight to impale herself on the hard shaft.
It was that, that feeling, that inarguable proof that Wednesday was as unhinged and wild for this as she was that unraveled Enid Sinclair. A growl tore from her throat as all restraint left her.
Enid seized Wednesday’s narrow hips in both hands, pushed herself deeper into her Omega's perfect right cunt, and lay on top of her. She could feel Wednesday’s stiff nipples, the hard silver bars rubbing her skin. Enid’s lips found the juncture of neck and shoulder and bit down. Wednesday let out a strangled cry and Enid instantly pulled back, without thought, only instinct. But when she did Wednesday managed a single word.
"More."
And Enid did More. She thrust back into Wednesday, filling her with a force that surprised her. She bit down again, harder, and the response she received from Wednesday’s mouth, her body, her pulsing cunt were more than enough reward. Enid thrust again, removed her teeth, her fangs , and bit another spot, further down the shoulder. Wednesday’s hands abandoned their death grip on the sheets and wrapped around Enid’s back as her legs did the same to Enid’s thighs.
"FUCK ME," Wednesday cried.
And Enid Sinclair, Alpha, fucked her. She drove her hips wildly, without care. Her hands seized Wednesday's waist and use it for leverage to fuck her, even as Wednesday's grip on her own body tightened. She hilted in her Omega, skin to slick skin, and found new targets for her mouth. Wednesday lost all intelligible language and alternated between keening cries punctuated by moans. They went on like that, lose in each other's bodies, until Enid felt something pull in her gut, a new muscle that was irresistible. She thurst deeper than she thought possible and stayed there as she came.
Enid's world was lost in a haze of colorful sheets and black hair, her mate's limbs tangled around her body. Her hips were pressed against Wednesday’s, and her new… attachment… felt even more engorged. She gasped, her legs twitching as her orgasm overtook every other thought and impulse in her body.
Wednesday, in contrast, had her entire being shrink as she felt her Alpha swell inside her. She lost track of the feeling of colorful sheets on her back, the breeze on her skin, even the weight of Enid's tight frame on top of her. All her being was centered in her molten, slick core. At the moment her mate came, Wednesday knew all dignity and decorum would desert her forevermore, so long as this feeling existed. Thought, whether worry or fear or enjoyment or love ceased. There was only her lust, and the animal satisfaction that her mate's knot and orgasm represented.
Neither knew how long they must have stayed like that, Enid flopped on top of Wednesday, as both their orgasms subsided and their cresting emotions faded. Enid was only slightly disappointed when she felt her knot loosen, and she shuffled her hips to remove herself from Wednesday.
Only to find Wednesday’s legs and arms tighten. "No," Wednesday protested, the effect of her death stare only somewhat ruined by her flushed cheeks and her hair in total disarray.
"It's not, 'goodbye' Wednesday," Enid almost laughed. "It's, 'I need to stretch, maybe take a quick shower'. That was way, way messier than I expected." Enid waved at the sodden mess they'd made of the bed, and glanced down to see even the rug hadn't escaped unsoiled.
"The best things do often tend to be messy," Wednesday assented. "Death and sex most certainly."
"La Petit Mort et La Grand Mort?" Enid asked, giggling.
"She knows French, how astonishing," Wednesday said dryly.
"If you're able to quip, I think I haven't quite been rough enough with you yet." Enid smiled. "Come on," and she bodily lifted her goth roommate up on her shoulder with ease and walked them both over to the bathroom.
They made it halfway through the shower, until Enid found herself utterly unable to resist the curve of Wednesday back as she washed her hair. Or perhaps it was Wednesday who indulged the temptation of pressing herself back against Enid’s newly hard and ready shaft. They rutted again in the shower, until the hot water started to run out.
Afterwards, allowing for some water and a snack, they made things even and made a horrific mess of Wednesday’s bed as well. By that time night had fallen, so they went again on the balcony under the stars, marveling at the way the faint starlight threw every line and curve of their partner's body into new detail.
It was only after that, stumbling back into their rooms sore and, despite the magical properties of Omega slick, chafed that each was willing to concede defeat to the realities of sleep.
Enid grabbed her spare pillows, blankets, and a comforter and made a nest in the center of the room. Wednesday added a few of her own spare sheets, a ring of black against the riot of hues.
Without a word of protest, Wednesday slid into the nest, into the hollow created by Enid’s body.
“Thank you Wednesday,” Enid said sleepily.
But Wednesday was already fast asleep in her arms.