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Time can heal many things… but there are wounds that do not heal so easily. Enid Sinclair had returned to normalcy; she was human again. However, the nightmares were still there. She remembered when she was captured and put on display in a freak show circus for outcasts, where she was humiliated, beaten with whips, and how the normies threw food at her, which she had to eat to survive due to the conditions there. Fear and her gentle personality had paralyzed her lycanthropic abilities.

She woke up sweating, distressed, and with a pain in her chest that night. Tears streamed down her cheeks.

"It's just a dream… a horrible dream," she murmured as she wiped her tears away.

Looking at her hands, they were shaking. It was a dream that felt far too real, and her heart was racing so fast it felt like it was going to burst out of her chest. It was at that exact moment when she felt something. A pair of cold arms that felt warm wrapped around her. Wednesday Addams, her roomie at Nevermore and her beloved partner, was doing this to calm her down.

"Everything is fine," she whispered into her ear as she rested the werewolf's head against her chest. Enid let out all her tears, venting as much as she needed to. Wednesday stroked her hair, causing her to slowly feel more relaxed.

"Roomie," she said in a low voice.

"No one will ever hurt you again. I promise you."

There were two flames in her life. The most important one was her, who with her cold personality brought warmth to her heart, a heart that calmed down within those arms. And the second one, the one she would always remember, was how Wednesday set fire to the circus after freeing all the outcasts from the place. Not satisfied with just that, she crucified the owners and workers before leaving them at the mercy of the outcasts they themselves had tortured.

Wednesday pulled away and went to the kitchen. They were at the mansion, in a room prepared for them by order of her partner. Enid gripped the sheets, still a bit shaken up when her girl walked in with that slow, stealthy, feline-like pace. Outside, the storm raged heavily, and the temperature was low.

"I have made some tea," she said, "just the way you like it."

Enid sat in one of the armchairs. The only light was the moonlight filtering through the windowpanes.

The dark-haired girl lit the fireplace. Immediately, the flames illuminated the interior with their light and, above all, their warmth. Wednesday knew how much Enid loved the warmth of home on a stormy day.

The werewolf took the glass and took a sip. She always loved it because it was prepared with so much love. Wednesday sat down beside her and, without breaking her gaze from the fire, took her hand and intertwined their fingers.

"I can't believe it!" an excited, youthful voice exclaimed in the hotel room.

"Right... me neither," another voice replied, cold and far less enthusiastic.

"Oh, come on, roomie... we’re in Paris!"

Enid Sinclair had returned to normal and was now in a bedroom with her current partner, Wednesday Addams. The black-haired girl was checking through some things when she was hugged from behind.

"Thanks for bringing me," Enid said, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"It’s nothing," Wednesday replied—though on the inside, she was happy.

"Even though... you could have found me some more colorful clothes," Enid commented while looking at the shopping bags Wednesday had picked out.

"The priority was returning you to your human form," she retorted.

After spending some time organizing their clothes, since they would be staying for a while, they went out for a walk. Enid was thrilled; she was in the City of Love. The Eiffel Tower, the couples, the food... everything caught her eye.

"You are far too loud," Wednesday muttered. Enid smiled flirtatiously and stole a quick kiss. "Don't do that in public."

"Why not?" Enid teased, feigning annoyance.

"It’s... embarrassing."

A faint blush had crept across Wednesday’s face as she looked away.

"The great and cold Wednesday Addams, embarrassed?" Enid’s mocking tone made Wednesday want to kill her, but she knew that, deep down, this was the personality she had fallen in love with.

Photos, videos, and a few souvenirs bought at a nearby shop filled their day before they headed back to the hotel. Enid immediately dropped onto the bed with a yawn.

"I had a blast," she said, stretching. "I’m so tired."

"Werewolves are supposed to have great stamina," Wednesday said, sitting down to take off her boots.

"I’m still getting used to my human form again."

She was right. Enid Sinclair had returned to being human, but her instincts and certain parts of her body were still in the process of reverting to normal. She remembered the two days it took just to be able to walk, and even then with great difficulty. She had needed crutches for support to keep from falling until, finally, she felt she could stand on her own. All of it with the help of her girl.

It didn't take long for Enid to fall fast asleep, and Wednesday turned off the bedroom lights. Everything was dark, except for the lights of the great city. The young woman stroked the wolf’s hair, watching her sleep peacefully. She had never confessed or revealed it... but all that time without her had been a torture she never wished to repeat.

"I was so afraid of losing you..." she thought, shedding a single tear. "Sometimes I have nightmares where all of this is just a dream—one of those beautiful ones you like so much."

She lay down beside her, pulling Enid onto her chest and wrapping her arms around her as she closed her eyes.

There, in the City of Love, was Wednesday’s first stop after achieving her main goal. And even though she loathed romanticism, with Enid, everything was different. Even for an Addams like her, love could become a weakness.

"Roomie..." she heard her murmur.

Enid was extremely excited. During the last school year, she had become Wednesday's girlfriend, against everyone's expectations. Now, she would spend Christmas—the first Christmas of her life—with her roommate and girlfriend. She had bought a few gifts for her and her family; she wanted to make a good impression.

"I've finally arrived!" she said to herself enthusiastically, getting out of the car.

Her expression changed when she saw the mansion. She had imagined it would be dark, gloomy, and sinister, though this was far beyond what she had expected. She shook her head; she was there for her girlfriend. She grabbed the gift bags, said goodbye to the family chauffeur, and rang the doorbell.

"Yes?" a voice asked.

"It's me, Enid!" she replied happily.

After a few seconds, the gate opened with a sinister noise, and even though she was an alpha, the walk to the front door gave her the creeps.

"Enid, you made it alive," said Morticia, surprised, as she had come out to meet her before hugging her. "You are now part of the Addams family."

"Thanks... I brought gifts," she said, lifting the bags. "And where is Wednesday?"

"Here," a voice answered, appearing by her side.

"Wednesday, you're going to give me a heart attack!"

The girl kissed the Addams, and Wednesday took her hand to give her a tour of the mansion. Enid heard screams, howls, and all kinds of sounds she couldn't identify in any way... nor did she want to know what they were.

"Here is my room." It was as dark as their side of the room at Nevermore, and they dropped off the suitcases.

"Do you have the tree up already?" she asked. "I want to put these gifts down."

"Yes, we put it up yesterday."

Enid smiled happily until she saw it. A somewhat dry tree, with skulls and hands decorating the different parts, and a raven's head as a star.

"The skulls... they're very well-made," she commented nervously.

"They belonged to burglars who broke in." The explanation made the wolf turn pale, and she put the gifts down.

Enid greeted the other members of the family, who appeared with more sinister ornaments, causing the wolf to... faint. After a few hours of surviving that sinister way of life, Enid was now with the Addams family enjoying a normal dinner, with normal food, to her surprise.

Although the best part was seeing the Addams family wearing Christmas hats, even if they were dark. Pugsley said he was surprised by how colorful Enid was, with that colorful hat and such flashy clothes.

"Merry Christmas, Addams family!" she exclaimed, raising her glass.

"Merry Christmas, Enid," they said in a less enthusiastic tone.

The reality was that Wednesday agreed to celebrate Christmas in a more traditional way, the way Enid was accustomed to. And all because of her love for her, because normally, she would go hunting or sit down to write. If she accepted, it was to see her happy. She didn't stop looking at her beautiful smile throughout the dinner.

When they went to sleep, they did so together, in each other's arms.

"Good night, roomie..." she murmured, exhausted from the trip and the dinner.

Enid was sitting in the chair, her cheeks puffed out; judging by her expression, she was being scolded by Wednesday. The young Addams was treating several small cuts on Enid’s hands with bandages while telling her never to try anything so dangerous again.

"I wanted to surprise you," the werewolf defended herself, "by making dark cakes."

"I like blood... but not when it’s yours," Wednesday replied, finishing with the bandages. "Now, stay away from the kitchen."

"But I want to make you delicious food that makes you smile."

Wednesday let out a sigh and shook her head.

"That is what we have a butler for. There will be time for you to learn... once you are less clumsy." She snapped the first-aid kit shut and stood up.

"You haven’t given me a little kiss yet." There they were—the puppy-dog eyes that were Wednesday’s ultimate weakness. No force was greater. The raven-haired girl tried her best to resist, but finally, she gave her a quick kiss on the lips. "Now I feel healed," Enid beamed.

For someone who adored the peace and quiet of the house, having Enid around was like living with a colorful tornado that eventually made its way to her. If she wasn't cutting herself while trying to cook, she was falling over while sprinting through the mansion corridors in wolf form.

Her parents watched this "torture" with massive smiles; Enid was already one of the family.

One afternoon, the goth was finishing the cleaning of a torture device. Everything was silent... too silent. And finally, there it was. A door slammed open and the werewolf came running in.

"Bats!" she shrieked before hugging her. "I was so scared!"

"They are more afraid of you than you are of them," Wednesday said, returning to her work. "I told you not to go down to the dungeons."

"I got lost." Now she looked small, with the face of a little girl.

"You’ve been here for two weeks... you should be used to it by now," Wednesday looked at her coldly.

"Can we go on a picnic?"

Wednesday refused.

To her mother, she was a disappointment. To her friends, she was a person who was far too cheerful, gossipy, and colorful. She lived alone in that room because no one wanted to be her roommate, citing excuses that Enid would eventually see through, causing her deep pain. Yet, she never said a word; she never raised her voice or got angry.

Nobody even remembered her birthday. Only a few members of the pack or her parents would send a cold, sad message.

"Happy... birthday... to... you... happy... birthday... dear... Enid..."

Tears streamed down her face in the darkness of the room, lit only by the faint glow of candle flames. She always thought she would be an outcast among outcasts. However, her hope didn’t come from the light, but from the dark. Wednesday Addams had entered her life like a macabre bolt of lightning.

The school years had been full of adventures—the Poe Cup, dances, facing Hydes... but now all of that was behind them. Now they were a happy couple, sharing a profound love for one another. That was worth more than anything else in the world.

Enid arrived home from work that day and called out that she was back, but there was no answer. The house was silent, feeling just like those lonely nights in her room at Nevermore. She went upstairs and entered the bedroom... and there she saw Wednesday holding a cake. On her shoulder, Thing was wearing a tiny party hat.

"Happy birthday, Enid," Wednesday said. The cake was as colorful as she was.

Wednesday Addams was in her workshop, the place where she personally constructed her torture devices. The room was outfitted with every imaginable material, tool, and ample space. She had been working tirelessly lately, driven by the need to drown out the constant complaints and gossip of her roommate, Enid, who had come to the mansion to spend a few weeks. If one looked at the estate, they could see a small but intense spot of colorful light traversing the corridors. Now, Wednesday worked solely to find a sliver of peace.

"It is finished," she said, wiping the sweat from her forehead as she compared the physical build to her drawn blueprints. "Perfect. I’ve earned a rest."

From her backpack, she pulled a canteen filled with fresh poison she always prepared for herself and took a long swig. She felt the burning sensation spread through her cold body. As she went to put it away, she noticed a piece of paper tucked inside. Reaching in, she pulled out a sheet—or rather, a drawing. It wasn't a blueprint... it was from Enid.

It depicted two kittens, exceedingly cute and, in Wednesday's eyes, utterly hideous. One was white with colorful tufts of fur, and the other was as black as night. Beneath them was a dedication surrounded by vibrant hearts, written in the werewolf’s fine calligraphy. Wednesday read the note:

—For my hideous and beautiful girlfriend.

Normally, she would have crumpled such a thing or shredded it. But Enid had won her over, so she tucked it away with extreme care and shouldered her pack.

She walked through the long, cold, dark corridors of the mansion, which remained so grey even by day that they inspired true dread. The silence was usually only interrupted by the screams of thieves or intruders... but today, there was another, more recognizable cry.

Looking ahead, she saw Enid sprinting toward her, pursued by a massive monster gaining ground.

"Wednesday!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, reaching her girl and diving right behind her for cover. "That thing wants to eat me!"

Addams raised a hand, halting the beast’s advance.

"That is Bob, a monster tasked with protecting the mansion." The creature extended a hand and held out a pendant. "I see. He only wanted to return this to you."

Enid’s eyes widened as she blushed, taking the pendant and thanking him for the gesture.

"Now, if you’ve finished shrieking, let’s go eat," Wednesday said. The wolf took her by the arm as they headed toward the dining hall. "You are far too loud."

"That’s rich coming from someone who screams so much at night that we have to use a soundproof room," Enid teased, playfully covering her mouth.

Wednesday stopped in her tracks. Enid watched as those cheeks, usually as pale as the rest of her, turned red for a few brief seconds.

"We will not speak of that."

The two went to share a truly family meal, for Enid was indeed part of the family. Despite their sinister nature, the lycanthrope felt more comfortable here than with her own pack, which had rejected her so many times.

Wednesday stood there before a vast sea of guests. She was dressed in black, as had become her custom. She was allergic to color—though for reasons she either didn't know or refused to believe, she wasn't quite as sensitive to it anymore. Her mother always said the same thing:

"Love is the most powerful magic."

Wednesday considered that a total cliché, something plucked from a fairy tale of unicorns that would make her want to gag. She looked at each and every guest with her habitual cold, lifeless, and emotionless expression. And then, suddenly, the music began to play.

Enid appeared in her beautiful white dress, covered by a fine silk veil that faintly revealed her face as she walked toward the altar. She carried a bouquet she had always dreamed of holding, overflowing with flowers of every different color. Even on her wedding day, some things never changed.

"My storm is growing up..." her father wept. Pugsley was about to eat some petals when he noticed his sister's icy stare, freezing him in his tracks before he could take a bite.

Upon reaching the altar, Enid stepped to her side, leaving behind the "tether" of her parents' arms; it was Wednesday who would look after her now. Enid set down the bouquet and turned to face her. As she reached to lift her veil, it was Addams herself who did it first.

Enid’s beautiful, colorful hair appeared. Yet Wednesday’s gaze was fixed on her eyes—those gorgeous eyes that captivated her more than digging any grave or desecrating a thousand corpses ever could.

"You look exquisite," she whispered.

Enid lowered her head as a blush crept up her cheeks.

The officiant began the discourse, and then they exchanged their vows before parents who struggled to keep their tears in check. Morticia handed out black handkerchiefs and held back her own emotion until the pivotal second: the magical moment of the kiss, where the wolf threw her arms around her beloved.

Everyone cheered, and later, they enjoyed the greatest banquet of their lives.

The honeymoon took them through several countries, courtesy of their parents' wealth. Enid was no longer horrified by her girl’s grotesque and macabre comments; she even dared to make a few herself now, coaxing a faint smile from the Addams girl.

One night, Wednesday stood on the terrace in her robe, enjoying the cold and contemplating the moon as it peaked through the clouds. Turning her head, she saw Enid tucked away in bed with a smile after an amorous encounter. Her colorful streaks seemed to stand out even in the dark of night.

"I cannot believe everything I am experiencing," Wednesday thought before heading back inside.

Wednesday Addams was as dark as the night. Some said she was the very embodiment of darkness. Her appearance was always obsidian, from her perfectly styled hair down to her boots.

Whenever she walked through the hallways, people would back away or part with dread, their eyes heavy with the fear of potential retaliation should she misinterpret a glance—an error that would surely result in a painful punishment.

At Nevermore, things were exactly the same; everyone was already well aware of her reputation, and she preferred it that way. Allergic to color, she continued on her path with Thing hidden in her backpack, ready to step onto the scene if the moment required it.

"I prefer it this way," she thought, pausing before the stairs before climbing the steps to the floor where her room was located.

Her perfectly developed sense of smell was already beginning to pick up fragrances of wild berries. Enid used so much air freshener and perfume that Wednesday felt as though she might one day be gassed to death.

She opened the door, stepped inside, and closed it behind her. There, Enid was dancing with her headphones on. Wednesday glanced at the clock; it was the wolf’s time to dance when she finally spotted the young girl.

"Hi, roomie!" the wolf greeted with her usual cheer.

"Hello," Wednesday replied, walking to her side and setting down her backpack just as she heard Enid’s footsteps approaching.

"Do you want to dance with me?" Enid asked, holding out her hand while looking at her with that smile.

Wednesday stared at her for a few seconds before letting out a sigh and nodding. Enid gave a little squeal of delight and took off her headphones to put on music she knew her roomie would like.

And when the song played, both took each other's hands and began to move in unison, perfectly coordinated. It was a secret that would never leave that room: the two of them made a wonderful dance duo. Though in their hearts, they felt this was only the beginning of something much greater.

The End.

The tension was thick in the air. Enid Sinclair had returned to normal. And yet, that didn't change one thing: the relationship with her mother. The woman had treated her better after the first year because she was finally "wolfing out," but now it was something else. Her youngest daughter was an Alpha.

Alphas are solitary creatures, and even though she had returned to normal, the woman marginalized her. Enid let out a heavy sob under the woman’s disgusted gaze, who told her that from that very day… she was no longer part of the Sinclair pack.

"You are no longer my daughter." Each word was like a dagger to the heart, and Enid was having a severe anxiety attack. "I will send your things to Nevermore; you can study because this term was already paid for… after that, I never want to see you again."

The werewolf lowered her gaze, large and abundant tears streaming down her cheeks. She was unable to look at her mother, who was a mother no longer. Her hands trembled, the pressure in her chest increased, and she felt as if she were about to faint. She could hardly breathe, and it was evident she was on the verge of collapsing.

"Mom…" she said in one last attempt.

"Do not call me that again. As I said, you are no longer my daughter."

Enid felt a slight dizziness, her strength fading, and finally, she was about to hit the ground. Her eyes darted everywhere when something happened. She didn't hit the floor; something—or rather, someone—caught her. Her eyes saw hands with black-painted nails along with a sensation of cold. Wednesday Addams was there.

"Are you alright?" She held her as if in a fairy tale before wiping away a few tears. "Don't worry, I'm here."

"Wednesday…" Enid’s crying intensified.

Wednesday carried her until she was sitting with her back against a nearby wall. Then, the dark-haired girl pressed her forehead against Enid’s.

"Everything is fine… roomie." The Addams had never spoken those words before, and Enid’s emotional state made her sob, but now with a smile, before receiving a kiss on the forehead. "I'll handle this."

Wednesday had flashed a faint smile at Enid, but her expression shifted to stone as she turned to face the woman.

"You have caused your daughter a great deal of pain. I have had my struggles with my mother… but we have never treated each other to this extent. You will pay dearly for this," the Addams threatened.

The woman approached furiously, baring her claws. She couldn't transform without a full moon, and everyone knew it. Wednesday slipped on silver-plated brass knuckles. The fight began before the incredulous eyes of the wolf.

Wednesday dodged every swipe from the woman with precision. She had been trained and disciplined in every art of combat, fueled by her passion for struggle and blood. The woman was beginning to lose her patience, especially seeing the girl's face—cold, expressionless, and wearing an arrogance that, to someone like her, was a profound insult.

"My turn," she finally said.

With a swift movement, she stepped directly in front of her, landing two powerful punches to the woman's chest, forcing her body to hunch over. The silver burned intensely, combined with the Addams' strength.

"This is for making Enid cry!" She landed another punch before grabbing her by the collar. "And this… for all the damage caused over the years!" The punch echoed through the area, and the woman fell, her face completely bloodied.

Wednesday looked down with contempt at the woman, who could no longer move. She turned and walked back to Enid, helping her to her feet. The werewolf hugged her friend through her tears, and after pulling apart, they looked at each other.

"I will always protect you." Wednesday’s firm voice was the last straw for Enid, who planted a massive kiss on her.

This warm, beautiful kiss, charged with love, lasted a few seconds longer. Then, holding hands, they walked away, with Enid letting out a childish giggle—one that Wednesday Addams now adored.

"As my father said… the best loves are born between tears and blood."

The End

The silence of the forest was shattered by a noise. Something was moving fast—running at full speed without pause, crashing through low-hanging branches and thickets. It was a white figure: large, strong, and smeared with dirt.

It was none other than the werewolf and Alpha of Nevermore, Enid Sinclair. The wolf moved with paws she had long since grown accustomed to, pushing her exhausted body to its limit until, finally, she tripped over a rock.

"Shit!" she tumbled down a small slope, colliding with dry leaves and dirt until she hit the bottom.

"There she is!" a voice rang out.

Hunters were right there, leveling their anti-outcast weapons at her. She growled, wounded and weary. Faint snarls escaped her throat. When she heard the click of a safety catch, she knew her time had come.

"Fire!" the voice shouted.

She squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for death. But there was no pain. When she opened them again, she found herself shaking and drenched in sweat in her bed. Her breath was ragged as she scanned her surroundings, her hands trembling slightly.

"Another nightmare," she heard Wednesday’s cold tone beside her.

"I dreamed I was being hunted," Enid confessed, wiping away the tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Hey," the dark-haired girl took Enid’s face in her hands to give her a soft kiss.

Slowly, Enid’s heart rate began to drop. It beat less frantically now, calmer, and she felt much better. Wednesday took her hands, whispering that everything was alright, that no one was going to hurt her.

Now she remembered—she was at the Addams Mansion. She took several breaths before lying back down, her hair still damp with sweat. She let out a long sigh before feeling her girl pull her close, guiding Enid's head to rest against her chest. She used to think Wednesday Addams had no heart, but since being with her… she knew it was quite the opposite. Enid Sinclair closed her eyes, feeling sleep claim her once more.

Their life was perfect, nothing disturbed their peace… or did it?

The sound of Enid echoed through the cold, gray, and infinite corridors of the mansion. Wednesday was enjoying a cup of black coffee—no sugar, no nothing. She was reading the newspaper when the wolf arrived, carrying two little ones in her arms. Little Enid, with blonde and slightly curly hair, and in her other arm, little Morticia, named in honor of her grandmother. She was the spitting image of the Addams clan. Through a blood ritual, Enid had carried Wednesday’s children, bringing these precious creatures into the world.

"Wednesday, I found Enid playing with dynamite!" she complained, annoyed, as she walked toward a nearby chair.

"What is the problem?" Wednesday asked without looking up. "She needs to grow strong from an early age." She took a sip of her coffee.

Enid sat down huffily and gave a small bottle to each child under the gaze of the little ones, who stared up at their other mother.

"They should play with stuffed animals, unicorns… the kind of things people their age play with," the wolf said, her eyes bright and smiling.

"Whatever you say," Wednesday returned her gaze to the news.

That was their life. Wednesday made sure to teach them the Addams ways, reading them macabre tales, while Enid read them fairy tales, checked on the tiny werewolf fangs that were starting to poke through, or cooked their favorite meals.

Wednesday Addams couldn't quite believe it. Standing before her was Enid Sinclair, a triumphant smile on her face. The small, pale young woman glanced down at her hand, which remained motionless, without making any kind of gesture.

"Never tell anyone about this," she threatened coldly. Wednesday had made a deal with Enid. If she managed to defeat her, she would accept a punishment, and to her surprise… the wolf was an expert, as in packs, they were trained to develop their intelligence. Now she was dressed as a maid, all in gray and black due to her allergies.

"And now… the finishing touch," she placed cat ears on her, causing Wednesday to clench her teeth and fists. She wanted to hit her, but it was a promise, and she followed the Addams code of honor.

Enid took a few photos and recorded a short video for her personal library, which she would never publish.

"Are you finished?" "—she asked, huffing.

"No…" she leaned closer, biting her lip, "not yet." She put a chain on her, like they do for dogs, with a wide grin.

"You're going too far, Enid… I swear on my cold, gray, and sinister grave that…" However, she didn't finish the sentence. Enid stole a quick kiss as she placed her hands on her hips. As she pulled away, she took her hand and pulled her down onto the bed. Wednesday's hands were above her head, while Enid stroked her thighs.

"You underestimated the she-wolf… and ended up in the lion's den… literally," she giggled childishly before kissing her thighs, "I was right… you're cold."

Before continuing, Thing retreated to the house Enid and her pack had built the previous year.

"Remind me of the promise…" she murmured, playing with her fingers along her thighs.

"I'm going to rejoin you." "If you win… I'll carry out the imposed punishment," she reminded her with a hint of annoyance.

"Exactly… good girl," she said, suddenly thrusting her hand between her legs, completely unexpected and surprising. Wednesday jumped slightly, letting out a sound that, to the she-wolf, sounded incredibly endearing.

"I swear I'll make you pay," Enid said, her eyes blazing with rage, which only intensified her lust.

The room's light was slowly dimmed, leaving just enough for them to look directly into each other's eyes. The she-wolf kissed Wednesday, who closed her eyes and slowly surrendered. Although her Addams instincts made her want to dominate, Enid quickly reminded her of her place in that moment.

Now, stripped of her clothes except for her ears and a few adornments from her outfit, the cold young woman was at the mercy of Enid's inner beast, who didn't hesitate to show her why she was an alpha. She was marked with Enid's claws and small, sharp fangs, making it clear who owned her.

"I can't believe this is happening," her hands gripped her girlfriend's back, who let out small moans of pleasure. "Enid… what are you turning me into?"

When morning came, Wednesday got out of bed naked and looked at herself in the mirror. She looked truly awful, but to her, she was hideously beautiful.

"Good morning," Enid said with a smile.

Without another word, she stood up, revealing her naked body. She was heading towards the bathroom when she slapped Wednesday's buttocks. When Wednesday turned to reprimand her, Enid simply winked at her before stepping into the sink.

Wednesday woke up at her usual time. However, she didn't feel the weight she'd grown accustomed to. Enid wasn't there, which was odd since she usually waited for her so they could go to breakfast together.

"Where could that she-wolf have gone?" she muttered as she went out into the hallway and walked to the kitchen. Her family was there, finishing breakfast, and her father was reading a newspaper, smiling as he mentioned the news that a thief's body had been found not far from the area.

"Excellent work as always, Large," the man complimented her. The butler only grunted and served Wednesday's breakfast, which she then sat down to eat.

"And Enid?" she asked as she took her first bite. "She wasn't in the room."

"She got up early. She said she wanted to go check on the greenhouse to feed the plants." The dark-haired young woman hesitated for a few seconds, mentally considering the possibility of death. Morticia, knowing what was going through her mind, reassured her with that gentle, motherly tone that seemed to know her children's every thought.

"I've already fed the most dangerous ones. The rest are harmless… I think," she remarked, offering a small smile.

"Enid is strong," she replied. "Otherwise, I wouldn't go out with her. I'm sure she's fine."

A few seconds after that sentence, the dining room door opened, and Enid entered, her clothes and hair slightly disheveled. She ran her hands through her hair, glancing at herself in the nearby mirror.

"I thought the carnivorous plants had already eaten. Or at least the most dangerous ones," she said, sitting down. "Good morning." She gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"Plants are intelligent… they can smell fear," Wednesday replied.

After breakfast, the two left hand in hand for a stroll around the mansion grounds, now that the weather wasn't so terrible for the she-wolf. The dark-haired woman tried to find a topic of conversation, but couldn't think of anything that didn't involve blood.

Enid, experienced in matters of the heart, knew exactly what she was thinking, so she took the initiative.

"You don't have to say anything…besides, I know how much you appreciate silence."

"I hate that you know me so well," she said.

"You're not being sincere…but I understand that you're not good at expressing your feelings."

The she-wolf smiled amusedly at her girl, trying to be affectionate, to show her affection, or simply to talk about something not bloody.

Now they stopped, and Enid spread out a blanket to lie down and contemplate the clouds. Even though everything around them was related to death, the she-wolf did it to be there with her girlfriend. Lying down, Wednesday placed her head on Enid's chest, who gently stroked her hair, slowly helping her close her eyes.

There, in the silence of the place, time passed slowly. And although they didn't know it, they were both being watched from one of the windows by Morticia and Gomez. The man was drying his tears with a small black handkerchief.

"My scorpion has finally found love," he said, holding back a sob.

"Oh, my husband, it's the circle of life… you know… it happened to us too. Do you remember how your mother reacted when you told her we were a couple?" He nodded. "Let's cherish these memories before taking them to a cold, gray, and lonely grave."

"That makes my cold heart ignite like a fireplace," he said, and began kissing her passionately.

Returning to the pair of girls, Wednesday finally broke the silence.

"I never thought I'd fall in love with my best friend… I didn't even think I'd have a best friend," she said, her eyes widening. "I've become weak. My past self would stab me in the eyes without hesitation if she saw who I've become." "In a strong, intelligent, and beautiful young woman?" she asked, making Wednesday lift her head for a few seconds to look at her. Wednesday sighed and finally nodded, admitting that she had lost to each and every one of Enid's charms. She was going to ask her to stop smiling, but… "To hell with it," she adored that smile, so she cupped Enid's cheeks and kissed her sweetly, something quite unlike her.

And so, between kisses and whispers, they spent the rest of the morning.

The return to Nevermore went by very quickly. Enid had grown accustomed to the creatures of the Addams mansion, and they to the wolf. She never imagined she would say it, but yes, she missed the cold, enormous mansion. Although she knew she would be back soon.

As usual, Enid greeted each and every one of the students who had supported her relationship with Wednesday. Wednesday walked beside her, her eyes scanning each and every one of them, just in case they tried anything. All this after saying goodbye to her parents, who already considered Enid a daughter.

They arrived at the room where they immediately unpacked and took everything out of the suitcase. Or in the case of the wolf, the eight suitcases. Enid arranged everything after thinking for almost a minute about where she would put each item. Wednesday, on the other hand, knew exactly what she wanted.

"Let's go to the cafeteria with the others!" Enid suggested, turning to look at her girlfriend. "I can't wait to see what they're talking about!"

"You've been talking to them on your phone…remember I paid for you to have…you know…reception."

Enid leaned in and kissed her.

"And I gave you a massage last night…remember?" Wednesday turned her face away.

"That'll stay between you and me." The Addams felt her girlfriend's warm fingers on her hands before being pulled away to the dining room.

As they headed there, she started thinking about many things. But mainly one thing…and that was that her mother was right. Nevermore changes people, and she, who had always been tough, cold, calculating, and friendless…now had a group of friends she would fight for with all her heart. And a beautiful girlfriend, whom she was undoubtedly deeply in love with.

And so…this little story comes to an end.

A loud sound echoed through the woods, followed by another. A body fell to the ground, landing on dry, lifeless leaves, just like the place itself. It was a deer that had been eating the sparse grass that grew in such an environment.

"Poor deer," Enid commented, holding the gun she hadn't yet fired.

"Survival of the fittest wins here," she heard Wednesday say as she reloaded her weapon and walked past her. "Hold this for me?" She slung the gun over her shoulder and watched as he pulled out a knife to skin the animal. Enid's parents and brother set up a small camp. The butler took care of almost everything.

"Is this forest always like this?" she asked, sitting and looking around.

"No," Wednesday replied after wiping her hands on a small white rag that was now stained red. Seeing her girl with her sleeves rolled up, wiping the sweat from her hands and brow after hunting a large deer, made her seem more masculine. Like something out of one of those romantic movies she loved so much.

A deep blush rose to her face as a heat enveloped her. She couldn't tear her eyes away from her girl and had to bite her lip, trying to suppress the urge to be with her.

"Try shooting that bird," the dark-haired girl said, pointing to a nearby tree branch.

The bird was large and dark, pecking at the tree trunk in search of food. Enid immediately refused.

"I'm not going to kill a poor bird!" she exclaimed, waving her hands in the air.

"It's an invasive bird. It devours other birds' eggs before laying its own, and when they hatch… they eat the mother," her explanation seemed to convince her. Enid aimed the gun, though her hands trembled slightly, so her girl, with her sleeves rolled up, held it firmly, clasping her hands together. Enid stopped looking at the bird, her gaze fixed on her girl's lips. Wednesday, for her part, didn't look at her and made sure she hit the target.

"Aim…stay calm…and…" She pressed her finger against Enid's, urging her to pull the trigger.

The sound echoed, then another. The bird plummeted from above.

"Excellent aim, Enid!" the man exclaimed with a smile from his position. "It's clear Wednesday is a good teacher." The wolf lowered the gun, and Morticia holstered hers.

Morticia instructed Pugsley and Enid to watch a deer being skinned so they could learn. Although she wasn't used to blood, spending time with her roommate and now girlfriend, facing a Hyde, and other dangers, made her somewhat more tolerant…until a few minutes had passed.

"At least she held out a little longer this time," said Wednesday, taking her by the arms and dragging her to a sleeping bag she used for resting.

The she-wolf woke up after ten minutes.

Until lunch was ready, they went for a walk in one of the family's well-protected areas. Wednesday didn't want any surprises, and only the two of them would be in that part of the forest.

"So peaceful and quiet…wait…there's nothing dangerous, is there?" the she-wolf asked, a little nervous, looking around.

"No, and control yourself…Enid," she stopped in front of her, "you're an alpha, remember?"

"Yes, but…" she lowered her gaze, "I'm not as strong as you." Wednesday looked away. "You're right… you're stronger," she said before continuing, surprising Enid with her response.

They both reached a small river. Wednesday took out a few towels before taking off her clothes. Enid covered her eyes for a second. But in between glances, she saw her girlfriend's figure.

"You've seen everything… I don't understand why you're not looking," she heard someone say. "You're right, but no one's coming, are you sure?" Wednesday's look was enough of an answer.

The two bathed in the river, and Enid felt a chill that took her a while to get used to. Then came a moment of hugs, kisses, and passion from the two young outcasts. It had been a while since they'd had any intimacy because of classes, exams, activities, and their arrival at the mansion.

"I admit I'm starting to enjoy…intimacy," she said, lowering her voice as she finished getting dressed.

"That's what we she-wolves are like…we're so passionate that we have that effect on our partners," she smiled at Wednesday and winked.

"Just don't get used to…to…to…" she swallowed.

"To being the one in control?" The dark-haired woman adjusted her backpack and looked away. She was capable of torturing, killing, and burying… but she still didn't know how to deal with those subjects. Back at the camp, they grilled the meat and enjoyed a great outdoor getaway where Enid even dared to sing. Although when she finished, everyone stared at her with strange looks.

"Enid… I don't like those kinds of songs," the dark-haired girl commented, taking her hands away from her ears.

"Hey, I like them," she said, "you'll see, you'll end up liking them."

Although she sighed and promised not to sing them for the time being. What she did do was take a lot of photos and souvenirs for posterity. Back at the mansion, she hummed happily or talked with Pugsley.

"Finally home… it was a great outing," the man asked Large to leave the hunted animals where they always were, and the butler, after letting out a grunt, left.

That night, as they slept together in bed, they heard a loud scream that startled the wolf, making her sit up for a few seconds, frightened and asking what it was.

"It's just a burglar," the Addams murmured from her bed with her eyes closed. Soon a gunshot rang out. "Yes, it was a burglar. My father must have caught him."

"It'll take me a while to get used to your lifestyle," she lay down and pulled the blanket over herself before settling in a little.