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ENID
Enid prided herself on her positive attitude. She was a firm believer that the world was already so chaotic and scary that it was pointless to add to that negativity, plus it really ruined her vibe. So, she wore her bright colors, found her peace in Kpop music or makeup; Really just anything that made her feel like she was being her most authentic self. Smiles and positivity and a hint of sass. However, even her level of optimism couldn’t fight off the intense fear that arose when she had placed her ears to the ground at the base of the skull tree.
She honed her ears, her attempts to find the slow methodic sound of Wednesday’s heart. Usually, the calmness of it satiated Enid in moments of chaos. Wednesday was always a constant pillar of solid seriousness; a pillar of strength and stability where Enid felt she was one of chaotic and frenzied bundles of emotions.
Her lupin ears found it: the faintest beat of Wednesday’s heart, but this version of her heart was much too slow.
The goth girl’s heart was a rhythm Enid had gotten used to over the course of their time at Nevermore together. Now, as it beat slower than normal beneath feet of dirt, her own heart beat even faster. Would she make it? Her claws extended as Agnes and her raced against the clock, pulling at roots and hoping against anything that it was enough to break through the earth. The sound of their combined effort was loud in the otherwise calm night. The full moon sat above them, watching behind wispy clouds. The only other sound was the wind, whistling carelessly as though unaware of the moment it flew through, but all Enid could focus on were the beats of Wednesday’s heart, which seemed to be slowing even further. So, she pushed herself harder.
Her arms were aching from the strain of pulling and slashing. It was an endless sea of dust and web-like roots that flew behind both of the girls as they worked.
Yet, as she bent over the roots - swiping her arms as fast as her human form allowed her - it dawned on her.
She wouldn’t make it.
Not like this.
She stopped moving and stared at the moon. The cursed moon. Her cursed state. She heard Capri’s voice in her head, “If a young alpha transforms under the full moon, there’s a very real chance you will remain in your werewolf form,” warning her against the thought running rampant in her brain.
But she had no time to contemplate it beyond the need running through her veins. Her inner wolf howled for release, howled to save Wednesday. Beyond that, Enid’s own mind couldn’t imagine a life without her monochrome best friend.
So she scrambled to her feet.
Dirt fell from her clothes as she rose. The moonlight above her cast her shadow over the dirt, as if to mock her with her own weakness in this form.
“‘I’m not strong enough like this!” the admission came out tainted with her frustration at her own weakness. Claws extended once again. Her eyes landed on Agnes who started to shake her head minutely. Enid searched her friend’s green eyes in desperation and hoped to find any other solution than what she knew now was the only way to save Wednesday.
She found no answers.
“You won’t be able the change back..” the redhead started. Her green eyes were full of worry as the realization dawned on her. “You’re an Alpha.” she finished.
Enid knew this. She heard Capri’s voice in her hears, a warning. She saw the intense worry in Agnes’ eyes. None of it mattered as much as the insatiable need to save Wednesday.
Enid could feel the fear within her so powerful it nearly overtook her. She knew what it meant for her. The possibility of never having anyone. of being forever alone - the very thing she feared the most. She knew it meant that there was a high chance she’d never be able to laugh alongside friends, never wear dresses again or go to fairgrounds, never not be a monster. Never be Enid again. She knew it meant that there was a high chance that she would be hunted down the rest of of her days. But, even still, she had no choice. She pictured her life, full of the possibility of color and adventure, but in every single future she imagined for herself she couldn’t imagine it without her doom and gloom cloud of darkness that was Wednesday Addams.
“I can’t let her die.” Enid exasperated out. Part confession and declaration. Because even the thought of it, even the briefest thought, caused the desperate “No.” to leak from her mouth.
She tilted her neck and gazed at the moon, surrended.
Her wolf had been pulsating with eagerness to release itself. To break free. She has been burning for it since the night dawned and the moon rose. The terror she has felt since Agnes arrived at the lupin cage manifested itself in the cracks of her bones. Limbs cracked loudly in the night. A sickening sound. The pain that coupled with transformation was all too familiar. Her form elongated, muscles formed and rippled with a power she has never felt before. It was untapped energy, raw and animalistic. Like the sun was exploding within her. It felt similar to a being pulled in every direction, but also an intense release from her very essence - her soul taking form.
She nearly choked on the pain.
She pushed through.
Allowed it despite the pain and fear.
Did it because of the fear.
When the transformation completed, she felt the power of the moon draw her back to herself. Reality crashed back into her like a semi-truck. She released a howl to the glowing orb in the sky, then immediately threw herself at the mound of dirt beneath her. Her claws were no longer slightly elongated nails painted rainbow; No, they were daggers - capable of tearing apart earth. She used every ounce of her newly found strength and tore through pounds of dirt; roots rippled with ease, as if made of butter.
She could feel the inner voice of her wolf. Save her. She pushed herself harder and harder, using both hands in each swoop. Wednesday. Her mind and wolf echoed in unison. She let the wolf take complete control as her instincts to protect her pack kicked in. She dug her hind legs into the ground, her claws dug in providing more leverage. Wednesday. She could feel the tautness of every muscle of her body, animalistic but so intensely powerful.
When the sound of Wednesday’s heart beat - still slow, but closer - thumped in Enid’s ear, she backed off. There was a large hole where seconds prior had been feet of tightly packed dirt and roots. The large brown alpha stepped back because she feared her large frame would harm the gothic girl beneath her. She allowed Agnes in all of her now-miniscule-frame to peel apart the baby roots trapping Wednesday’s face.
Then Enid waited. Every micro second her wolf felt like it was aching, her heart even more so. Wednesday. Her wolf was whining in her head. She focused on herself as Enid and recentered herself. in her humanity - not wanting to give in and lose clarity in the moment. Then, she waited and waited. Her ears strained for anything, any sign. It was agonizing, the seconds felt like an eternity.
“Wednesday, wake up. Wake up!” Agnes pleaded, Enid wished she could comfort her friend, tell her all was okay but Wednesday’s heart still pumped slower than she has ever heard it.
Wednesday remained still. Heartbeat slow. No moment from the hole in the ground.
Enid wanted to scream. Instead she could only watch through her wolf eyes.
“Please. Please” Agnes begged once more.
The large wolf loomed slightly over Agnes’ shoulder. Her larger eyes were glued to the hole where Wednesday rested. Her ears strained for any sign.
Then she heard Wednesday’s heart begin to pick up, the beat of it stabilized to a familiar calm as oxygen filled her lungs.
“I enjoyed that.” Wednesday’s voice was soft, riddled still with the humor of the morbid experience.
If this was any other moment, Enid might’ve laughed at the sheer normalcy of Wednesday to turn a life-threatening moment into that of a relaxing experience, but this was not that moment
She watched as the raven rose up from the tomb - immediately she accessed her. She took in the pale skin, the freckles that spread on her nose and upper cheeks like stars, the way her face had small smudges of dirt on it, the short rise and fall of her chest confirming her existence. Enid felt a surge of relief so intense, she wanted to vocalize it with a triumphant howl but held herself back. Scared anything would break the moment. Scared she was wrong and that she had been to late. That she didn’t save her in time.
But then onyx orbs turned to her. Taking in her form. Onyx eyes traveled up the Alpha. Enid’s form was massive: tussles of brown fur, the overwhelming muscles and the staggering height difference even as the Alpha leaned downwards. It made the raven seem that much smaller as the wolf that was once the cheery blonde loomed above her.
“Enid?” Wednesday’s voice came out, mixed with surprise and confusion all in one.
What felt like against her own control, Enid shifted closer to Wednesday. Desperate to confirm that she was okay. Her larger blue eyes bore into Wednesday. Nothing was said for a moment as the raven and wolf took in another. The familiar scent of ink, leather and something fragrant, almost florescent filled the alpha’s snout. Visibly the alpha seemed to relax. It was silent as blue looked into onyx. Milliseconds had passed, but Enid could’ve stayed in that moment forever, the relief so great.
The seer’s normally deadpan face then took on slightly furrowed brows and her lips parted ever so slighty. Enid stared at Wednesday. For a moment it seemed to be just them. It seemed the reality of the situation dawned on Wednesday. Black eyes searched blue, as if asking “Why?”
“It was the only way to save you,” Agnes’ voice backtracked the moment. A distant confirmation of what occurred as the energy of the alpha and the raven surged with so many unspoken emotions.
Onyx orbs widened every so slightly in disbelief. Enid felt her wolf surging for closeness, to comfort the raven, but she was also overrun with her own very Enid emotions. Emotions that made her want to run. For, the longer she watched those dark eyes, the higher her anxiety and shame overtook her. Reality smacked into her chest like a silver sword. The urge to whimper was profound as everything that this meant truly hit her.
Black irises continued to stare at her - mixed with so many emotions that Enid was incapable of even attempting to interpret them as the anxiety climbed in her chest. The seer had no clue of the war inside of the alpha in front of her. Wednesday just stared at her, trying to communicate and comprehend with her eyes alone for words seemed to fail them both. One for their form, another for their mind.
Enid’s emotions tore at her insides.
She was now alone. She was never going to be able to be around her friends, her family, Wednesday again. Enid felt like she wanted to vomit, pass out and scream all at once. Her mind retreated into the wolf more and more. As if seeking comfort in the more baseline instincts of her inner animal.
She couldn’t watch those obsidian eyes any longer. She felt like she was under Wednesday’s scalpel: her essence being torn apart and nothing found. She was now only werewolf and that pain, confusion and frustration rose within her - the fear staggered her and her face twitched as the animal in her responded to her emotions.
Her wolf wanted to stay. Pack. Protect. It growled in her ears, not understanding anything other than that Wednesday was safe and she smelt like a meadow under moonlight.
but Enid.
Enid needed to be away from those eyes that sucked everything in like a black hole.
With a small huff of a growl from her wolf Enid forced herself away. her large paws pounding the ground and branches of bushes scraped against her fur as she tore into the night. Enid let the wolf take over once more to hide from the emotions she was bombarded with.
She was so hell bent on running she never heard the fierce demand of the raven girl to the redhead:
“Go track her. Now!”