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Wednesday pursed her lips as she studied the large tome in front of her. A few months had passed since Enid had moved into the Addams manor, and while things were going great, she had one major problem.
“Wens, I told you,” Enid called from their bed, where she lay on her stomach with her phone in front of her, “I don’t mind if you just reapply it every day.”
“It’s the principle of the thing,” Wednesday retorted.
“We’ve tried four different potions from Granny Addams’ tomes,” Enid pointed out. “None of them can overcome Alpha werewolf healing. I know you want to mark me, and I want that too, but I don’t know how we can make it permanent.”
Wednesday huffed in response. Her own mark had long healed, though the pink scar tissue still practically glowed in contrast to her pale complexion. She opened her mouth to argue when a heading in her granny’s old recipe books caught her eye. It offered an alternative solution, one that could be worth exploring further—
“Shit!”
Wednesday spun around from her desk, where Enid was sitting up now, eyes wide at something on her phone. The werewolf’s fangs were slipping through her mouth, eyes glowing gold as her ear sprouted tufts of fur.
“Enid, you’re wolfing out,” Wednesday said, “calm down.”
“Can’t, too late,” Enid whimpered, throwing her phone down as her bones shifted. She ran out of the room, down the halls and out of the manor, making it outside just in time for the full transformation to take effect, her clothes shredding as she took on her wolf form. Wednesday was on her heels, pausing as Enid let out a pained howl.
“I’m here, mi amor,” Wednesday called. “Run it off, if it will ease your mind, but I’ll be right here when you’re ready.”
The wolf looked back at her, head bowed sadly, before turning to howl and running off into the thick woods on the Addams property. Wednesday was torn, wanting to go find Enid’s phone to see what had caused her to wolf out, but also wanting to remain close for when her beloved would need her. Luckily, Thing was already on top of it, as he wandered out, pulling a wagon containing both Enid’s phone and robe.
“Thank you, Thing,” Wednesday nodded, picking up the items. She draped the robe over her shoulder before reaching for the phone. Her head snapped back immediately, the world fading around her.
“So, she’s with the Addams clan now, hm?” Esther Sinclair sneered.
“Apparently she’s returned to human form, Mom,” a boy responded. Wednesday recognized him as one of Enid’s brothers, though she didn’t recall his name.
“Alphas are dangerous, Ethan,” Esther scolded. “We still have to protect our pack, our bloodline.” She picked up her phone and typed out a message.
Wednesday’s head snapped back forward, and she looked down to see the text still open on Enid’s phone.
“I’ll see you the next full moon.”
Wednesday’s nostrils flared, her blood boiling with rage, when a pained howl broke her from her thoughts. She looked up to see Enid, still pacing in the woods, and knew she needed to help her before any revenge could take place.
“Thing, the Sinclairs have discovered Enid’s location and seek to take her life on the full moon,” Wednesday said, eyes trained on her wolf. “Go inform Mother and Father at once, the Addams will need to be prepared for war.”
Thing saluted with his thumb before taking off, scurrying as fast as Wednesday had ever seen him move. She walked a few steps closer to Enid, who had finally sat, whimpering softly.
“Enid,” Wednesday called, “come to me, mi amor. I saw her, and her plan. But you are safe, mi vida. I won’t let them harm you.”
Enid whined, but obeyed, puttering over to drop and sit in front of Wednesday, head dropping on her shoulder as her transformation began. Wednesday, who had become well practiced by now, threw Enid’s robe around her shoulders as she shrank down to human form, tying it on and wrapping her arms around the girl.
“She found me,” Enid whimpered, and Wednesday felt tears drip onto her shoulder.
“Knowing your location won’t help her,” Wednesday said firmly. “She has the Addams family to get through, first.”
Enid merely sobbed in response, nearly collapsing in Wednesday’s arms.
Ever since Enid’s first transformation at the Addams estate, Wednesday has loved showering with her. It had become a new routine for the two of them, after every full moon, and Wednesday relished how it turned Enid into putty in her hands. It had also become her preferred form of aftercare for their, as Enid once put it, extracurricular activities.
(“I intend to fuck you, not join the debate team,” Wednesday had argued the first time Enid phrased it that way. Enid responded with a half gasp, half squeak, which Wednesday filed away in her top ten of favorite sounds.)
Now, though, the shower as not having its usual effect, as Enid just clung onto Wednesday, sobs wracking her body as the psychic tried her best to soothe her.
“You have to calm down, mi amor,” Wednesday murmured, trying her best to rinse shampoo from Enid’s hair while the blonde clung onto her in a tight hug.
“She’s going to hunt me until she finds me,” Enid whimpered.
“I will burn nations to the ground before I see you harmed.”
“Wens, she’s not going to stop,” Enid hiccuped. “Not until I’m gone.”
“She will if I have anything to say about it,” Wednesday argued stubbornly. “But first, you need to calm yourself. Breathe, mi vida, and then we will plan our next steps.”
Enid nodded, clearly exhausted, but Wednesday took anything that got her beloved to stop sobbing for a moment. They finished their shower, Wednesday helping Enid dress in soft comfortable clothing before getting dressed herself. As soon as the two were dressed and seated on Wednesday’s bed, as if on cue, there was a knock at the door.
“Wednesday, Enid, may I come in?” Morticia called, her voice warm and melodic even through the door.
“Fine,” Wednesday answered, and Morticia entered, gliding into the room. She immediately perched on the bed next to Enid, taking the girl in her arms in a motherly embrace. Enid melted, her tears beginning again.
For once, Wednesday did not scowl at the display. Her mother had taken the role of mother-in-law to Enid very seriously, and was sure to constantly shower her with affection, doubly so after one night where Enid admitted it was the first time she’d ever felt maternal warmth. Morticia had immediately enveloped her in a hug at that admission, while Gomez took Wednesday to his train room to blow up some tracks so she wouldn’t hunt Esther Sinclair down.
“We’ll be prepared,” Morticia soothed. “We’ve made some calls, and Fester will be staying with us this next full moon. Pugsley is outside now doing target practice with his sparks and his crossbow, and Gomez is sharpening his swords.”
“You shouldn’t have to do that,” Enid whimpered, muffled from burying her face in Morticia’s shoulder as she cried.
“What is it I tell you, little wolf?”
“I’m…I’m an Addams now, too,” Enid sniffled. “And the Addams take care of each other.”
“Precisely, darling,” Morticia said, pressing a kiss to the crown of Enid’s head. “You are one of us now, as far as any of us are concerned, and we will fight for you as many times as we need.”
“It pains me to say this, but my mother is right, Enid,” Wednesday said, grimacing as the words left her lips. “We will all fight to keep you safe. I will stay by your side the next full moon, all night.”
“You can’t!” Enid yelped. “My brothers—“
“Are no match for any Addams, least of all me,” Wednesday finished for her. “Especially if they dare to bring this battle to our grounds. I’ve been laying traps since I could walk; they likely will never make it to our forest.”
“And if they do, we’ll be ready for them,” Morticia added.
“They’ll just come back next month,” Enid whimpered, though Wednesday noticed her cries had slowed, her breathing returning to a regular rhythm.
“Then we fight them again, little wolf,” Morticia soothed. “Again and again, as many times as it takes to ensure your safety.”
Wednesday opened her mouth to point out that as long as she has her way, they’ll only have to fight once, but one look at her beloved’s face makes the words die in her throat. Even though the Sinclairs seek Enid’s death, her mate was a loving and sensitive soul, and it hurt her to think of harm befalling her family. Truly, Enid was the best of them, and Wednesday was enraged that they couldn’t see that.
Once Enid had fully calmed, Morticia pressed another kiss to her head before gently standing, moving to Wednesday for an air kiss. Wednesday only scowled a little at the action.
“I’ll leave you both to calm down, and have your dinner sent up for tonight,” Morticia said. Wednesday gave a stiff nod in response, and once her mother left her room she moved to sit next to Enid, wrapping her arms around her mate.
“Come, mi amor, let’s relax for now,” Wednesday said softly, pulling Enid to recline in the bed. She moved away long enough to grab her laptop, positioning it across both their laps and pulling Enid back into her arms.
“Pick out a movie,” Wednesday ordered, and Enid looked up at her in surprise.
“Any movie?”
“Yes.”
“Even a rom com?”
“If that will ease your mind, beloved, yes.”
Enid grinned, scrolling through her Netflix account before picking some inane brainless movie. She settled back, pressing a kiss to Wednesday’s cheek before laying down.
“You really do love me,” Enid sighed.
“That has never been in question.”