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Summer vacation has arrived, but unlike previous years, Wednesday didn't return home. Instead, she embarked on a journey with Uncle Fester to the remote wilderness of Canada.
They only have single goal: Rescue Enid. She had sacrificed her human side during her first lunar cycle as alpha, making her unable to transform back into her human form.
I gave her my word.
Wednesday mused as she trudged through the dense forest that give the scent of pine and damp earth.
That I would find her, whatever she became.
But a hollow feeling gnawed at her. If she found Enid already lost to the beast, her humanity scoured away by the moon’s relentless call, what then? Would she still be able to save her? Chain her? Or strike the creature down instead?
Wednesday didn’t know. She only knew she had to try.
The braided haired girl sat in the sidecar of Uncle Fester's motorbike, the wind whipping through her hair as they sped down the forest path. She clutched Aunt Ophelia's diary in her hands. Her mother had entrusted it to her, believing it held knowledge that might aid in restoring her psychic's power.
As Fester navigated the twisting trails, Wednesday's eyes scanned the old pages filled with the repeated phrase "black tears," accompanied by unsettling sketches of a woman crying in dark tears, a giant door, and a raven with a single eye.
“One-eyed raven…” Wednesday muttered, lips barely moving. The phrase tugged at her mind, hinting at a connection to Judy, an avian who can control crows. However, Judy was already dead, and any hope of extracting information from her seemed impossible. Wednesday's thoughts raced, trying to piece together the fragments of the puzzle.
Suddenly, a sharp jolt of pain gripped her temples. Her vision blurred, pulling her into a disorienting vision. There, she saw the back of a woman with long, grey hair, standing before a large wall. The woman dipped her fingers into a fresh wound, using her own blood to scrawl a chilling message.
Wednesday Must Die.
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“Wednesday? Wednesday!” Uncle Fester’s voice jolted her back to reality.
“Meh, too bad you’re already awake. I almost wanted to try my new electric chair to wake you up.” He chuckled, a wide grin spreading across his face.
Wednesday only stared at him with her trademark cold, unblinking eyes. “Have we arrived?”
Fester nodded, his hands busy as he set up the tent with Thing’s help. “Yeah, we’re here. Now we just need to finish setting up before we begin our search tonight.”
“Good,” Her words fell flat as usual.
“Oh, and I came prepared!” The bald man beamed, dragging out a battered case. “Shotgun, rifle, stun gun~ take your pick.”
“Save it, Uncle.” Wednesday give him no room for objection. “I won’t need them.”
“Ohoho, don’t tell me you’re planning to take her down with your bare hands? Even though she’s a scaredy-cat, she’s an alpha, you know. Her strength is overwhelming. Your brains won’t be enough to match her brawn.”
“Who said I wanted to take her down?” Wednesday closed her book, shoving it back into her backpack. “You can attack Enid only after I’ve ensured she can’t transform back.”
Fester raise his eyebrow. “Okay.. and how will I know the signal? Hand signal? A codeword?”
“The signal is..." Wednesday paused for awhile before her dark eyes shifted to her uncle. "When I stop breathing.”
Wednesday Must Die
If the prophecy was true, she wouldn’t resist. Death never frightened her anyway.
And if Enid was the one to end her, it is all better. Her fate finally had taste.
Enid, still bound in her wolf form, crouched by the riverbank. Moonlight traced the sharp line of her furry shoulders, while the water’s surface shivered with her reflection. A dire wolf.
Her stomach growled, loud and accusing. She pressed a clawed hand against it with a groan. “Sorry, tummy… I haven’t found any roadkill yet.” The words rasped from her throat, strange in this form, but still her own.
Ever since she had transformed into a werewolf, she had never hunted an animal, not even a small rabbit. The idea had crossed her mind once, but it vanished as quickly as it came when she locked eyes with a baby deer, that innocent gaze melting her resolve quickly.
Strange. At wolf camp last summer, she’d hunted easily with her pack. Perhaps it was the presence of others that carried her forward. Alone now, even the thought of chasing a rabbit left her faltering.
The only reason she even knew what survival tasted like was thanks to that bizarre accident of body swap with Wednesday. The experience had given her a glimpse into the Addams family's peculiar dietary habits, where roadkill was their common dish.
Now, sitting by the river with hunger clawing at her insides, she let out a low, rumbling chuckle. Well, at least I’m already accustomed to Addams family cuisine. Next time they invite me over, I won’t be creeped out… much.
Even in her misery, she clung to the thin thread of humor.
Because if she didn’t laugh, she might just break.
Wednesday.
For countless nights, that name burned through Enid’s mind. She lifted her gaze to the luminous full moon overhead.
It’s already a full moon…
Wednesday, you have to come…
You promised me.
Her chest ached with the thought. She still believed Wednesday would find her. But belief didn’t ease the uncertainty. How long would it take? Weeks? Months? And what if Wednesday was still tangled in her own troubles back at Nevermore, buried under mysteries and visions Enid couldn’t even begin to imagine?
She pressed her claws into the soil. Whatever she’s facing, I hope she’s okay.
Her thoughts paused as her nose caught something. Faint at first, then sharp enough to jolt her upright. A scent curling through the night air, a combination of grave soil and burnt wood.
A scent that once made her a bit creeped out, back before she knew Wednesday. But now her throat tightened with relief.
Because she had missed that scent so badly.
"Wednesday!" Enid growled as she sprinted towards the familiar scent. The moon casting eerie shadows on the ground as her powerful legs propelled her forward.
It took no time for Enid to find her best friend, Wednesday Addams. Braided hair fell like ink down either side of her face, her dark-ringed eyes fixed on Enid, who was still in her formidable werewolf form.
"Enid?" Wednesday's voice was as monotone as ever, though this time touched with a sliver of worry.
Enid remained silent, her heart swelling with joy and relief at the sight of her dearest friend. But it didn't last long as she had another promise to keep, one she had made to her family. Her claws dug into the earth as she let out a low, menacing growl.
"Ow—careful, it seems she's ready to attack, my niece," a familiar male voice interjected from the shadows.
Enid barely registered his presence. To her, anyone with Wednesday was an ally, as long as they didn't pose a threat. Her focus was solely on Wednesday, her growls intensifying as if to signal her readiness for whatever came next.
"Enid, can you hear me?" She asked once more with deadpan face.
Another growl escaped Enid's throat, more controlled this time, as she feigned readiness to pounce.
From the bushes, Fester shifted noisily. “You want me to…?”
“Uncle Fester.” Her dark eyes never left Enid. “Do nothing until I give the sign. Understood?”
Fester sighed, exaggerated, and gave an “OK” sign with a roll of his eyes, muttering to himself as he settled deeper into the brush.
“Enid, stop with the all bark, no bite .”
Wednesday’s gaze unwavering as if the snarling beast before her were still just the colorful roommate she used to tolerate. Even with Enid’s fangs bared and claws scraping the soil, Wednesday had the gall to mock her.
Very Wednesday.
A guttural snarl shook from Enid’s chest. “You have to kill me!” The words came out into growls only another wolf could understand.
But Wednesday didn’t flinch. “Why should I kill you?”
Enid’s eyes widened, blue irises gleaming in shock.
Wednesday… understood?
It had to be chance. A fluke. But she tried again, with ragged voice. “Because I can’t change back. Every day I stay like this, I lose more of myself. Soon there’ll be nothing left but a monster.”
“That’s why I’m here, Enid.” Wednesday’ replied nonchalantly. “To help you transform back.”
Enid’s eyebrow narrowed. Could it be… because of the body swap?
That time where Wednesday had possesed her body and wolfed out in her place? Had it left behind some ability to her?
“You promised me,” Enid pressed, claws digging furrows into the dirt. “You promised you would hunt me down if I couldn’t return.”
In the bushes, Fester squinted, glancing at Thing with bafflement. “Are you getting any of this? All I hear is angry barking.”
Thing wiggled his fingers in a dismissive not a clue.
Wednesday’s tone sharpened, irritation threading through it. “Yes, Enid. I promised to hunt you. But I never promised to kill you.”
Wednesday stepped forward then extended her hand to the beast before her.
“Come with me. We’ll go home together. And we’ll find the way, together.”
Home?
Enid’s chest rattled with a half-laugh that become a half-growl. Home sounded like a fairytale, a word that didn’t belong to her anymore. She hadn’t expected Wednesday to be this naive or perhaps this stubbornly hopeful.
Her lips peeled back over her fangs. “If you won’t end me… then maybe I’ll start with your uncle.” The words came out as a low, rumbling threat.
Wednesday didn’t even blink. “If you were serious, you would have done it already. You don’t need my permission to slaughter him.”
The calmness of her tone was infuriating and yet it slid under Enid’s defenses like a blade.
Wednesday continued with her firm tone. “That hesitation is proof enough. You still have your humanity, Enid. Which means you have a chance to transform back.”
“…”
Talking to Wednesday was like talking to a wall, there was no way to change her mind. Enid’s growl dwindled into silence. With a frustrated huff, she turned, her paws heavy against the earth.
“Enid, where are you going?” Wednesday’s voice followed.
But the brown werewolf didn’t answer. She pushed one step farther, ready to vanish back into the forest.
Until Wednesday's next words froze her in place. "Among cases of alphas trapped in their werewolf form like you, there’s a 10% success rate for transforming back through various means."
Enid froze mid-stride. Her back still to Wednesday, ears flicked high, listening despite herself.
“Some changed after drink a special potion, and I got the recipe form Miss Thornhill’s journal. Other by glancing to the red moon, I have some place that will have the red moon in the near time. And if it still failed I still have other methods to help you transform back. Don’t mistake this for empty words. I’m not offering help out of guilt, nor am I wandering in blind. I intend to restore you, Enid—and I already know the paths that lead you back to human.”
Slowly, Enid turned. Her blue eyes met Wednesday’s obsidian ones, searching, doubting. Could there truly be a way back? Even her own family had abandoned hope.
“Come back to me, Enid.”
Wednesday stepped closer and lifted her pale pinky finger.
“I promise you.” Wednesday with serious tone, “Everything will be fine.”
Enid’s throat tightened. Her wolfish eyes blurred with tears. She remembered all the times she had asked for a pinky promise, only for Wednesday to walk away.
This time, it was Wednesday who offered it first.
Slowly, Enid padded forward, her massive form trembling as she lowered one clawed hand, hesitating only a breath before curling her paw around Wednesday’s. Awkward. Fragile. Yet the touch carried warmth that spread like fire beneath her fur, breaking through the beast.
As their fingers intertwined, a rush of warmth spread through her, overpowering her senses. The intense heat and emotion made her feel lightheaded, and before she knew it, she lost consciousness.
“Enid? Enid!”
Wednesday lunged forward, catching the collapsing weight in her arms. For once, her voice cracked, urgency betraying the mask she wore so carefully. Enid’s body shuddered, shifting with fur peeling away, claws shortening, bones snapping back into place. By the time Wednesday cradled her fully, she was holding a girl again.
“Thing! Blanket.” Wednesday barked the order without looking away. Thing scrambled off, fingers flying.
Fester, who had been watching from a distance, approached with wide-eyed wonder. "How did you manage to make her transform back?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine curiosity. It was a rare sight to see a 'failed' alpha revert to their human form.
Wednesday glanced once at the swollen moon overhead, “Perhaps the full moon assisted. Or perhaps not. Whatever the cause, it worked. And that is all that matters.” She tightened her hold around Enid’s sleeping form. “Let’s go home, Uncle. Now.”
Fester raised his brows. “What, no camping? No celebratory marshmallows roasted over the screaming flames of a dying tree? You’ve finished your goal. Why rush?”
Wednesday cut him a look sharp enough to sever the thought in half. “Because I said so. I want to go home. Immediately.”
He raised his hands in surrender, muttering under his breath. A moment later, the motorbike roared to life. Wednesday climbed into the sidecar, Enid slumbering against her chest until Thing helped tuck her carefully into the enchanted luggage, safe and hidden away.
The forest faded behind them as wheels devoured the road. Wednesday sat rigid, eyes fixed ahead, her hand resting on the case that held Enid silently.
Fester's disappointment was palpable as he glanced back at the forest.
“That’s really unfortunate,” Fester grumbled, still sulking as the trees whipped past them. “I was going to show you a great spot for hunting. Prime territory, I swear.”
“Next time, Uncle. I promise.”
Fester’s grin returned, mischievous and childlike. “Promise?” He stuck out his pinky.
Wednesday only rolled her eyes.
The engine growled beneath them—then choked into silence as Fester slammed the brakes. Dust rose. Ahead, a hulking figure blocked the road. A werewolf, its eyes glowing with hostility, muscles tensed and ready to pounce.
Fester's hand flew to his inventory, fingers fumbling for a weapon. "Damn!" he cursed under his breath. "I've got this," he muttered, but Wednesday's firm grip on his arm stopped him.
"No need, Uncle," she said coolly, her stare never wavering from the werewolf's glare.
The wolf snarled, a deep, guttural sound vibrating through the night.
“I don’t know,” Wednesday replied fearlessly with her unreadable expression.
Before the werewolf could respond, another one emerged from the shadows, "Don't waste your time," it snarled at its companion. "I've already found her scent."
With that, both turned away, disappearing back into the forest.
Fester exhaled, knuckles white on the handlebars.
“Let’s continue, Uncle.” Wednesday gave her order.
The motorbike rumbled back to life, tearing down the path once more. Wednesday’s gaze slid to the side, to Thing perched nearby. “Good work scattering Enid’s fur. That should keep them occupied for now.”
Fester frowned, glancing between her and the darkness behind them. “You know those two?”
Wednesday’s eyes lingered on the treeline, cold and steady. “They’re Sinclair.”
“Oh, dear.”
Morticia's dark eyes lighting up as she saw her daughter step into the grand, gloomy foyer of the Addams Mansion with Fester at her side. “I can hardly believe your vacation ended so quickly,” she purred, her voice rich with velvet amusement.
Wednesday didn’t answer. Words were wasted where actions sufficed. She set the enchanted luggage on the marble floor and clicked it open. With a creak, the lid gave way—revealing a bundle within. A sleeping girl, blonde hair spilling across the pillow, her body swaddled in a blanket.
Morticia’s smile faltered. Her eyes widened, pale as moonlight. “My, my… isn’t this your colorful little roommate?”
“Lurch,” Wednesday instructed with cold tone, “take her to my room.”
The towering butler obeyed instantly, lifting Enid with gentleness before disappearing up the stairs.
The Addams junior finally turned to her mother, “Yes. She’ll be staying here for some time.”
She walked past Morticia, but suddenly stopped with her gaze fixed on the floor as if contemplating her next move.
"In case someone comes searching for her," Wednesday began, "tell them you don't know anything about it. Even if it's her family."
Morticia’s brow arched, “And why is that?”
Silence coiled between them but the daughter spoke with her steady tone. "I can’t tell you now. But believe me, there’s reason enough.”
Morticia' studied her daughter’s expression before she finally softened and nodded slowly. "Alright, Wednesday,"
There was the faintest hesitation before Wednesday moved again, her voice low, almost reluctant. “…Thank you, Mother.”
A sound echoed as the doorknob turned, the hinges creaking softly as Wednesday slipped into her room. She paused for a moment as her gaze settling on the bed. There, Enid lay sprawled across it, covered by a white blanket pulled up to her chin. Her blonde hair still carried traces of blue and pink highlights, though the colors had faded to something faint.
Wednesday approached the bed slowly and lowered herself onto the edge of the mattress. Her eyes lingered on Enid’s serene face. The sight of her friend, so uncharacteristically still and quiet, stirred something deep within her.
As she watched Enid sleep, a fragment of memories rose once more.
[Flashback] 2 Weeks ago
"You are a disappointment, Enid," Esther Sinclair declared, her voice sharp and unyielding. The words cut through the air like a cold winter wind, chilling Enid to her core.
Enid's heart sank, her mother's harsh judgment weighing heavily on her shoulders. She had always known that meeting Esther's expectations was nearly impossible, but hearing it voiced so bluntly still stung. Her siblings stood beside their mother, silent witnesses to the crushing moment, their faces a mix of pity and unease.
"How can you never fail to disappoint me?" Esther continued, her frustration escalating. “The moment I hear news that you are a potential alpha… finally something that might restore the pride of this family, I am immediately told you are trapped in your wolf form. All because you cannot master your emotions!"
Enid's eyes welled with tears, but she held them back, her gaze fixed on the ground.
“I’m sorry, mom…” Her voice came out as a small whimper. “Is there really no way for me to come back?”
Esther’s lip curled. “Do you not understand why your teachers warned you never to lose control on your first lunar cycle? Because once you cross that threshold, your chance of returning to human form is nearly zero!” She leaned closer, “Yes, not entirely zero. But I refuse to waste our time chasing miracles. I will not endure yet another disappointment from you.”
Enid lowered her head, her throat burning, the weight of her family’s silence pressing down harder than chains.
“I’m sorry, Enid,” Esther continued, and for a moment her stern mask cracked, a tremor in her voice betraying grief. Tears welled in her eyes, glistening, but they were as much accusation as sorrow. “But this is your fault. All of it. I can’t believe I am forced to even consider killing my own child.”
Enid’s heart hammered in her chest. She swallowed hard, “…Where’s Dad? Where is he?”
Esther’s expression darkened. “Your father couldn’t bear to face it. Couldn’t stomach watching his daughter die for her own foolish mistake. At least he had the sense not to stop us.” Her tone sharpened again, brittle as glass. “He knows the pack must do what is necessary.”
From the corner, one of Enid’s brothers stepped forward, a rifle clutched in his shaking hands.
“Enid…” His voice cracked, desperate. “You understand, don’t you? We have to end this before you lose yourself completely. Before you turn into a monster none of us can stop.” He swallowed, the barrel trembling as it rose. “It’s the rule of our pack. We… we have no choice.”
Enid had grown used to being left out. When she was a late bloomer, no pack would take her in at Nevermore. She had convinced herself it was normal, something to swallow down like bitter medicine. She thought this time would be just the same.
But this is different. This isn’t rejection. This is exile from her own blood.
And it hurt in a way she hadn’t been prepared for.
Still, she did not regret the choice that had bound her to this wolf form. Even if it condemned her to die as a lone wolf, cast off and unwanted, she would not take it back. Because it was the only reason she had saved Wednesday.
Wednesday.
The name flickered in her thoughts, pulling a string of memory with it.
“If I wolf out, and couldn’t… you know, change back. Would you come and find me?”
“I have no problem hunting you down.”
A wry pang twisted in her chest. Right. I need to see Wednesday again. She promised. She’ll come.
Enid lifted her head, meeting her mother’s cold, tear-streaked face. “I want to see Wednesday first.”
Esther’s eyes narrowed, her voice rising like a whipcrack. “You’re still thinking about that lunatic roommate? The one who dragged you into this madness?!”
A powerful roar ripped from Enid’s throat, primal and deafening.
Her family staggered back, startled by the sheer force of it. For the first time, fear flickered in their eyes.
“I can let you vent your disappointment on me, but not on Wednesday, Mom,” she growled, her eyes blazing as she glared at the older woman.
“She promised to hunt me. So if death’s the only way…” Her gaze didn’t waver, locked onto Esther’s. “Then it will be by her hand. No one else’s.”
"And if she doesn't bother to find you? You want to wait until you become a beast? That will be too late, my foolish daughter," Esther spat, her voice dripping with frustration and disbelief.
"Two weeks," Enid said through gritted teeth. "If by that time I still haven't died, you can come to me again and end me. It's also a full moon, right? So, in case I become uncontrollable, you'll have the power to stop me."
Esther exchanged looks with Enid's siblings. The silence stretched, punctuated only by the sound of their breathing. Finally, Esther's attention back onto Enid again.
"Alright then, two weeks. I hope you don't disappoint me again, Enid,"
And just like that, the memories ended.
Wednesday held Enid’s hand, pale fingers wrapped around its lingering warmth. She waited, half-expecting another vision to bloom. But nothing came. Only Enid’s soft breathing answered her.
Her gaze shifted to the sleeping face beside her. And in the silence, a bitter thought pressed through.
How could they cast her out so easily? As though blood meant nothing. As though Enid’s worth could be measured against failure.
While Wednesday herself had scoured journals, unearthed rituals, chased every possibility, clinging to chances so slim they might as well have been illusions.
Ten percent. Even less, perhaps. But still more than nothing. More than enough.
And yet Enid’s family had chosen the simplest answer: to discard her.
She squeezed Enid’s hand, speaking with low murmur.
“If they want you dead, I’ll make sure they go first.”