Chapter Text
Five days had passed, and Enid was already much better.
The rest of the pack refused to let her hunt or do any other tiring chore. They handled everything themselves, making sure she had whatever she needed at all times. Wednesday appreciated that; she could see their bond had been forged in true trust and loyalty.
That, of course, meant nothing regarding her plans.
In the meantime, Thing had returned from his expedition. He brought news from her uncle: he was waiting for her in a motel a few miles from the edge of the forest. He could easily find a larger vehicle if it became necessary to carry more than just Enid.
Wednesday hadn’t yet had the chance to speak with Enid properly. The wolf kept slipping away every time the opportunity arose, refusing to let the seer corner her for the final answers.
But Wednesday knew all about patience.
She would wait — as long as it took.
Then she would strike.
Verbally, of course.
It was a cold evening; everyone had retreated early to their tents, the fire no longer strong enough to keep them warm.
Enid sat at her small makeshift table, reviewing the latest hunting plans. She was wrapped in her bear pelt, looking almost regal in the dim light — yet her brow was furrowed with worry. Cold weather meant less greenery, and less greenery meant less prey. They would have to adapt.
Wednesday approached.
“In Jericho we can have as much meat as we want, you know. No pumas to steal it, either.”
Enid looked up slowly, meeting the raven’s eyes.
“You can’t avoid this forever,” Wednesday said.
A short, bitter laugh.
“I know, Wednesday. Trust me, I’m aware.”
“Then stop avoiding me. I am your mate, not another member of your pack. Unless that’s something else you’d like to reconsider.”
Enid’s eyes glowed — a yellow tint circling her irises.
“Don’t. I know what you’re trying to do. You want to provoke me, to force me to choose — you or the pack. You know what you mean to me, what I would do for you. But I have to think about them too. It’s not that simple for me. I… owe them. In a way, they made me who I am today. What my family never could, they did. They showed me my real strength. My potential. My… fate.”
Wednesday pressed on, utterly unfazed.
“Then stop avoiding your fate, Enid. You are destined for greatness — for leadership. You’ll likely end up leading the San Francisco pack. You have a strong claim, because of your family and your Alpha status. Hiding here with a group of outcasts is only holding you back.
I spoke with my uncle. He’s a few miles outside the forest, waiting.
We could leave tomorrow, if we wished.”
She took a step closer.
“Besides,” she began, “they don’t have to stay here forever. I’ve been observing them these past few days while you were on bedrest. They can protect and support each other more than adequately. They’re not pups, Enid.”
Enid sighed.
“I… I can’t vouch for their safety, Wednesday. What if their families are after them—wanting to cage them as punishment for dishonoring their bloodline? What if James’s pack wants him dead, simply erased from this world? Those are things I can’t foresee. And it would be my burden—my own doing—bringing them face to face with such consequences if they return to the real world.”
Wednesday’s face remained unreadable, as always.
“I see. It seems we’ve reached a dead end, haven’t we?” Wednesday retorted.
So much for the empty love declarations.” She added in a low, a bit venomous voice.
“They weren’t empty, and you know it!” Enid turned around sharply. “How could you doubt my love now, when all I need is for you to be close to me—to understand the burden I carry?”
Wednesday braced herself.
This would not be pleasant. She knew it.
But it had to be done.
“You’re scared.”
Silence.
Enid stared at her, incredulous—just like she used to at Nevermore, every time Wednesday tried to explain one of her ridiculous detective schemes.
“What did you say? Are you calling me a coward? Me? After everything?”
“As a matter of fact, Enid, yes. That’s exactly what I’m doing. This isn’t about the pack, nor about your responsibilities as their leader. It’s about you.
You believe you’ve lost yourself—and that you’ll never get it back.
That you can’t return to a normal life.
That you’ve been… corrupted, somehow.”
Enid let out a low growl.
“Wednesday, I think you should stop—now. Calling an Alpha a coward is never a good idea. I mean it.”
Wednesday stepped closer. She had to keep going. She had to make her point.
“Alpha? I see no Alpha, Enid.
Alphas assert their presence in every space they set paw in. They make sure the environment adapts to them—not the other way around.
You? You’re just hiding. Tail between your legs.
Because, once again, you’re afraid of rejection.
This ridiculous notion—planted in your mind by your mother—this cemented imposter syndrome, it’s still haunting you.
What you’ve found here is comfort. No challenges. No superior threats.
Just you and a bunch of outcasts, idolizing you.
But I’m not like them, Enid.
I won’t wait forever. And if you—”
Suddenly, Wednesday’s lower back slammed against the table.
Enid loomed over her, claws out, eyes blazing.
“I said… stop it!” she growled.
“You don’t know what I’m capable of. You have no idea how strong I am. You—”
Wednesday could feel her hot breath sliding across her lips.
She had her. Right where she wanted her.
“Really, Enid?
Then why don’t you show me?
Show me your str—”
The kiss cut her off.
It was hot. Urgent. No softness, no hesitation.
Tongues and teeth collided — a hunger as primal as the wolf.
Enid cupped Wednesday’s face, claws still out.
She kissed her until they were both breathless, then attacked her neck — sniffing her, lapping at her skin with near-manic hunger.
Wednesday clutched at her back, careful not to graze the healing wounds along her shoulders. She felt as if there wasn’t enough oxygen in the world. Her usually cold skin was now burning. Her entire being felt like it was on fire.
She had never felt like this before.
She had thought she wasn’t even capable of it.
But Enid had changed everything.
Her entire stance on proximity. On touch. On intimacy.
It was as if someone had reprogrammed her genetic code — unlocking something secret, something buried deep inside her all along.
She pushed Enid back — gently — just enough to make her look at her.
“I know. Your strength. Your resilience. I see it.
I saw it when you blindly lunged at a Hyde twice your size to save me, without caring for your own safety.
I saw it here — you leading, protecting, moving forward into the unknown without hesitation.
But the thing is… I want you to see it too, Enid.
Not because I say so.
Because you feel it.
Because you can sense your strength rumbling deep inside you — silently clawing its way out.
That’s what I want.”
Enid took a deep breath to steady herself.
She closed her eyes, then opened them again, her voice steady but low.
“I… I want that too.
To go back with you. To Jericho. To our dorm in Ophelia Hall.
To spend every minute of the day with you.
I don’t want to be afraid anymore.
But I am, Wednesday. I’ve been through a lot and… I’m not sure who I’m going to be, or what people will expect from me.”
Wednesday’s black eyes softened. She cupped the wolf’s flushed cheek.
“You. You will be you, Enid.
The real you — not just the pink, bubbly girl, but the strong, fearsome wolf as well.
You don’t have to choose. You simply need to… be.
And I will be there. Every step of the way.
Because I know your true nature — it is kind and strong and just.
And you will only do good in this condemnable world we live in… if you choose to grace it with your presence.”
Enid’s eyes welled with tears.
“Oh, Wednesday… I’ve missed you so much. I didn’t say it enough the first time I saw you. I don’t ever want to leave you again. Ever.”
Wednesday Addams knew how to use words. It was her greatest strength — written or spoken. She was always equipped with the perfect remark, the meticulously chosen phrase, the long, eloquent sentence that could leave anyone speechless, their mouth agape in a futile search for any decent answer.
But now…
She had no more words.
So, she did what words could not.
She let go.
She leaned forward, pressing her whole form against Enid’s, kissing her deeply — a kiss of devotion, of longing, of never‑ending love.
Enid lifted her.
Slowly, gently, she laid her down on the thick, soft pelts of her bed, candles burning softly above them, the sun having set.
There was no hesitation from either of them this time.
They both knew exactly where this was going.
*
She was laying on her stomach, naked, eyes closed; Enid above her pressing down her gently, peppering her back with kisses, her hand on top of the raven’s cupping it, holding it tightly and reassuringly, their fingers interlaced.
Her other hand had descended lower, sliding under Wednesday, the Alpha knowing exactly what she was searching for.
She cupped her hot center, massaging it gently.
Wednesday moaned involuntarily at the furs in the contact, eyes closed and breath ragged. She was feeling safe, as if this is where she always supposed to belong. She wasn’t feeling exposed or vulnerable, no. Just loved and protected.
“Ah, Wednesday, I’ve been thinking about this for so long…ever since I…I saw you out here, searching for me, I wanted to-”
The wolf bit her shoulder playfully, inhaling her scent, her hand now becoming more insistent, her fingers circling her center, covering it with the raven’s glistening want, preparing her.
Wednesday started to move her pelvis backwards along with Enid’s ministrations. She wanted more, needed more, every second that passed felt like a slow torture.
She gently lifted her hips slightly as a final invitation.
“Enid…please…I…want you.” She was openly pleading, Wednesday Addams was not pleading but right now she didn’t care at all.
Enid wasted no time.
She pushed two fingers inside, feeling the warm sleekness inviting her in at once.
Wednesday gasped, stilling momentarily.
Then she felt it: waves of pleasure, slow but steady; they were gradually reducing the small stinging pain, eventually making it go away completely.
“Oh God” she sighed, not sure what godly entity she was referring to, but not caring at all.
Enid felt her relaxing completely under her, her body becoming almost submissive to her touch. She started pumping in and out steadily, taking her other hand to reach under and cup her breast.
Wednesday started panting, mumbling incoherently, asking for something without knowing exactly what that was. But Enid knew. She could sense it, her wolf completely acquainted with her mate’s needs.
She added a third finger, kissing a soft spot behind her ear.
Wednesday came forcefully then, eyes closed, her body arching on the furs, her toes curling.
Enid kept pumping slower and more carefully, helping her ride the aftershocks, allowing her to ride it out completely.
After a while, the wolf lay on her side, her elbow holding her head up, a lazy satisfied smile gracing her lips.
Wednesday slowly opened her eyes and turned on her back, still panting, gradually coming back to reality.
“Well…that was…adequate.” She spoke after a while, voice a bit hoarse.
Enid snorted loudly at that.
“Adequate, huh? Please, I just made you scream and beg, it was much more than adequate, Weds. You just don’t wanna admit that you melted under my magical mate touch.”
Wednesday slightly rolled her eyes.
“Do not let it get over your head, I was just…severely stressed, in need of a good physical eruption. Besides-”
She rolled over, straddling the wolf.
“…I will now return the favor and see whether I can have the same effect on you.”
Enid’s eyes softened, her hands tracing down Wednesday’s thighs and lower back.
“Oh Wednesday, I can tell you right now that you are going to have an even bigger effect on me.”
They kissed, slowly, deliberately, Wednesday retracted her mouth only to start descending lower, a trail of kisses along Enid’s breast and toned abs.
When she reached her destination, Enid sighed heavily with a hint of relief, her hips opening wider unabashedly.
*
Wednesday woke the next morning, her body sore but content. The heavy pelts weighed down on her, warm and comforting, her hair tousled from the events of the previous night.
She slowly sat up, her eyes scanning the tent for Enid. But she was nowhere to be seen.
With a sigh, Wednesday rose, dressed quickly, and stepped out of the tent.
The pack was gathered around the fire, eating breakfast and sipping their morning coffee. As soon as they saw her, they paused and turned to look.
Kyle and Aidan gave her nods, friendlier than she was accustomed to. James stood, offering her a cup of coffee, and Amelia shot her a teasing smile.
“Good morning!” Amelia said, walking over and standing beside her. “So... someone slept well, huh?”
Wednesday’s face flushed for a moment.
“What exactly are you implying?”
“Oh, nothing much," Amelia grinned. "It’s just that my tent’s closer to yours, and I’ve got a feeling our Alpha is going to be in a great mood today.”
A slight blush crept up Wednesday’s neck, and she quickly looked away, feeling the warmth spread to her ears.
Amelia chuckled. "Relax, I’m just messing with you. Honestly, I’m happy for you two. I knew from the moment I saw you that you’d be perfect together. I really hope you make the most of it."
There was a faint sadness in Amelia’s voice, but her smile remained genuine.
Wednesday gave a small nod, not wanting to dwell on anything that might remind Amelia of the traumatic loss.
“Thank you. We’ll do our best. Where is Enid?”
“She went for her morning run and a quick wash in the river,” Amelia explained. “She’ll be back soon, though. I think she wants to talk to us about something. She had that look on her face, you know? Like she’s got something on her mind. Anyway, come sit, your coffee’s going cold.”
Minutes later, Enid appeared, her hair still damp, dressed in black pants, boots, and her pelt. As soon as her eyes landed on Wednesday, they softened, and she approached the pack with a serious look.
“Everyone, please sit. We need to talk.”
The group fell silent. Wednesday’s heart skipped a beat, wondering what this was about. They hadn’t had the chance to continue their conversation from last night but… then again, there had been other… activities occupying their time.
Enid took a deep breath; all eyes fixed on her.
“You all know how much this pack means to me. You’ve made me feel like I matter for the first time in my life. Like I’m meant to lead. Like I’m not just… a mistake. For that, I’ll always be grateful. But… it’s time for things to change.”
A wave of unease passed through the group, and they exchanged nervous glances.
“Change? How?” James asked in his gruff voice, his brow furrowing.
Enid stood firm, her voice steady, her gaze determined.
“We can’t stay here forever, living like this. Something bad is bound to happen, and I can’t protect all of you if it does. I know how terrifying the outside world is, and I know the things you’ve all been through to get here, but I can’t ignore the reality. It’s time to move on. I want to offer you a way out. That is why I propose that you come with me and Wednesday. To Jericho. To Nevermore. It is a place friendly to outcasts of all sorts, it is protected, away from normies, away from prying eyes. It is the perfect place for a fresh start.”
Kyle stood abruptly.
“Wait, wait—what are you saying? You’re leaving? And you want us to just—follow you? Is it really that simple?”
Enid took a step forward, her eyes never wavering from his.
“It’s not easy for me either. But now I have someone to think about. A mate. Her safety. Her future. And out here, I can’t guarantee either of those things.”
Aidan, too, stood up, confusion in his eyes.
“Hold on—a mate? Who are you talking about—”
Everyone turned to look at Wednesday, who had been standing silently beside Enid. She stepped forward, standing tall next to her.
Enid’s voice was steady but full of conviction as she spoke.
“Yes, that’s right. We’re mates. Me and her. Destined to be together. I will live for her, and I will die for her. It’s not just a bond—it’s fate. And now… I need to listen to my inner wolf. I need to do what’s right for us.”
Aidan scoffed.
“Great. That’s just... great. The moment things finally start to get a little better, she comes along and—”
“Aidan!” Enid cut him off, her voice sharp. “Look at me. Do you really believe I don’t care about you? Is that what my actions have shown any of you?”
Amelia started to speak. “Enid—”
“No. Listen to me. You’re here because your packs rejected you, right? They cast you out. Dishonored you. Humiliated you. And yet—you’re still standing. You’re survivors.
You think no pack wants you? Then be your own pack. All of you. Together.
Do you really think those Furs who turned their backs on you could survive even half the things you’ve been through? The hunts? The kills? The constant readiness for any threat, every single day?
The truth is—they need you. Nevermore needs you. Because you have something to teach them. You know what it means to control your power—to live with it, to use it. No one at Nevermore understands what it feels like to be… unhinged, like you are. To be on the edge, and still hold on.
But you—you are enough. Just as you are. A small pack, maybe—but look at you. I dare anyone to stand in your way.”
Wednesday stood silently next to Enid, silently beaming with pride.
She had witnessed the strength and the fire in Enid’s voice. A true leader. A true Alpha. She was made for this.
Kyle spoke next, his voice low, filled with doubt.
“That place… 'Nevermore'… are there… others like us? Omegas who… won’t be shamed just for their status?”
“Of course there are, Kyle. And trust me, you could be a great example for them. Strength doesn’t come from your status. It comes from resilience, from your will to learn and evolve.”
Amelia shook her head, a bitter laugh escaping her lips.
“Well… that would be a first—a pack of Omegas and a Beta. That’s something for the books. By the way, how’s Nevermore in books? Do they have plenty?”
Enid smiled knowingly. “Well, they’ve got a huge-ass library you can visit whenever you like.”
A heavy silence settled over the camp. Amelia, Kyle, and Aidan exchanged glances, uncertainty etched across their faces. They were still processing everything that had been said.
Finally, James got to his feet, his limp making each movement slower, more deliberate.
“She’s right,” he said quietly. “You need to do this. You need to fight. No more hiding. You’ve done nothing wrong, and anyone who has a problem with you should think twice before threatening you. Go. Make a new start. You don’t deserve to vanish out here, behind these trees.”
Enid looked at him, her eyes tentative, searching his face.
“James, you can—”
“No.” He smiled softly, his good eye meeting hers. “That’s not for me. I’ve known the end of my story for a long time. I knew it the moment I made that kill. A lone wolf dies alone. I’ve accepted that. It was nice, though… having all of you here. The company. The sense of belonging. But I’m staying. There’s no reason for you to carry that burden. I’m exiled for something far more severe than anything you’ve gone through, and no good will come from people associating you with me. I’ve made up my mind. I’m staying.”
Wednesday nodded. She understood his way of thinking. It was exactly what she would have done had she been in his place. A pity they hadn’t had the chance to talk more, she thought. Perhaps they shared more in common than she originally realized. That same darkness.
Enid sighed.
“Very well. I won’t push you. I understand. The rest of you... will you join us?”
Amelia stepped forward.
“Well, one can only read the same books so many times… So, here goes nothing, I suppose.”
Kyle and Aidan exchanged a look.
“Yeah… we should teach our hunting methods to others. It’d be a shame to let them go to waste.”
“That's right and… we’re pretty awesome at circling small prey,” Aidan added with a grin.
Enid smiled, a warm and genuine smile.
“I knew you’d understand. Wednesday, when can we leave?”
Wednesday spoke in her usual calm, calculated manner.
“I’ll send Thing right away to fetch Uncle Fester. I’ve already asked him to get a bigger vehicle, one that will suit our numbers. I believe he’ll be at the outskirts of the forest tomorrow morning.”
Enid nodded, content.
“That’s great. Alright, we’ve got some packing to do. Take only the essentials, and leave enough supplies behind for James.”
They all stood and headed to their tents.
Once they were inside their own tent, Enid approached Wednesday.
“Well, I hope that was—”
Wednesday leaned forward and kissed her. A deep, steady kiss, her arms wrapping around Enid’s neck and shoulders. They pulled away to catch their breath.
“I’m proud of you,” Wednesday said softly. “You’ll make a great pack leader one day, Enid. And I’ll proudly stand by your side as your mate.”
Enid smiled, eyes glistening with unshed tears.
“Thank you. You’re making me stronger, you know. I’m so glad you found me. It’s all I want—to have you by my side. To move forward together. I love you, Wednesday. I can’t wait to get back to our lovely dorm... just the two of us.”
Wednesday’s lips curled into a small, playful smile, her eyes twinkling.
“Well, perhaps we should consider a little rearrangement. Who needs two beds anyway? Definitely not mates.”
Enid laughed, a watery laugh, before kissing her fervently.
“Well, as your Alpha, I demand we share a common bed. Otherwise, I’ll make us a makeshift nest!”