#itoeasterweek2025

It starts with spring showers, tiny paws leaving pawprints in the grass as their daughter scampers away. Enid smiles as she settles into Wednesday’s arms. They had been young when they met but now, watching their newly born child scampering and howling at the rain, she can’t help marvelling at how far they’ve come. Their child is odd, of course, changes before she’s even turned a teen, but Enid can’t help being proud of the girl. She looks so much like her family, blonde and blue eyes, but when she turns into a wolf she’s a rich dark black, matching her other mothers hair. “Our little one is delighted I think.” Wednesday’s voice is flat as ever, her smile sweetly warm. “She takes after you.”

A Perfect Ending

Muddy paws and messy smiles were not new to Wednesday, not after both mating, having a child with, Enid Sinclair, and raising a baby wolf. Most children didn’t gain their wolf form until they were adults or teens, but their child had found a way to gain their powers early. So the child came home with dirty paws, leaving muddy pawprints all over their home. The smile she gets, most days, is coated in chocolate, or dirt. Their daughter is wild, often in wolf form when she first gets home, until she has time to unwind and shift. It’s a new sensation, but it is one she enjoys.

The pup is scampering along as Wednesday and Enid watch their child hunt eggs, unaware of Wednesday’s mothers, Morticia and Larissa, watching, cuddled into each other. It's not the first time the great egg hunt has been arranged, it’s the first time, however, that Larissa has watched one of her descendants take part. The pup is moving quickly, sniffing out egg after egg and leaving the other children in her dust. Wednesday smiles at Enid when their child returns, chewing on an egg as she walks. They’ve waited a long time for this, their chance to watch the egg hunt and their daughter has proven the family genes have stayed strong, bringing home the win for the egg hunt and securing their child a place at Nevermore when she is old enough.

Nicky, the son they have both wanted for the longest time, is barely walking by the time the first Easter came around. Agatha still dresses him as a bunny, still carries him out into the garden, still encourages him to play and hunt down Easter Eggs. Rio watches with a small smile. She knows Agatha well enough that she can’t help loving their little boy, the little miracle they had made. Where the boy should be half-dead already, instead he is made deathless by the power of their love, the three of them allowed to grow old, side by side, forever.

“You’re glowing…” Lanfear speaks softly even as she moves to stroke Liandrin’s hair. Liandrin has been nesting for months now, quietly resting with their egg, their child. She is still glowing, warmed by Lanfear’s closeness and love. “Am I?” Liandrin’s smile is quick, cheeky and more content than Lanfear has seen her in a long time. This, their love, their egg and their child, seems to have eased a lot of her old pains, allowing her to simply be happy and rested, healthy and loved and free to love as she wants, no longer tied to a system that insisted she give up love and focus on her tasks. She is, finally, home.

“I found the golden egg.” Stella is excited, almost dancing and Farah finds she can’t help but smile. She’s always teased Luna about the girl being their golden child, the good girl, she’s always been aware that she was lucky. Lucky to have Luna, Lucky to have had Stella, lucky to still be alive. Luna had been a shy omega, once, defeated by the weight of choosing her Alpha, now, as they watch Stella celebrate finding the one egg hidden in the gardens. It had been hard for Farah, she knew she had to trust Stella would find the egg, but she had worried that perhaps, just perhaps, this time the egg would prove too hard to find. Stella, of course, had her mother’s strength of mind, focused in a way that often reminded Farah of Luna.

She’s used to people commenting about her loss. Her losses, if she’s honest. Losing her mother barely hurts when it comes to the pain of losing her child. Michael had been hunting them, for years. So, of course, after her mother dies from sheer stress of dealing with the man, Allyson decides to hunt him. Karen does not. It’s this, she thinks, that makes it easier to accept her fate, accept that this man, the man who killed her child, leaving her lost, is her Alpha now. Michael had found her alone, silent, withdrawn into herself. She wants to fight, of course, fight him when it comes to this, but the more he strokes her face, tilting his head like a confused puppy dog, the harder it is to ignore him. So she accepts him, accepts that being found, means this is her last chance for a child, even one with him. Later she and Michael would raise their daughters, twins, Laurie and Allison, side by side, Karen finally finding hope that perhaps, just perhaps, she’s not lost at all.