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When Wednesday is seventeen, she learns of her fate.
Her mother leaves a letter on her pillow the evening before, which Wednesday finds after finishing a particularly taxing cello routine, her fingers feeling raw and calloused as she picks up the small black envelope with the Addams’ wax seal.
Come to the field by the greenhouse at dawn.
Your loving mother,
Morticia Addams
The sun is just barely beginning its climb over the horizon when Wednesday makes her way down one of the winding dirt pathways that encircle the family estate, leaves and pebbles crunching under her boot.
She usually doesn’t need much cover-up, even during these chilly mornings, and despite being a colder-blooded wolf, she’s always welcomed the cold with an unsettling satisfaction.
Just past the greenhouse is one of the entrances to the Addams territory; it leads through a long field up to a set of jagged cliffs overlooking the mouth of a lake, then stretches for miles and miles beyond.
Wednesday has explored it all by now, down to every last path and mountain within the state. The Addams territory expands nearly beyond four states, and if one were to look at an official map drawn up centuries ago, they’d be impressed to find her family’s reign has only expanded.
She doesn’t find her mother in her usual spot, perched on a rock near the clearing, instead, she finds another sealed envelope with Morticia’s signature flourish inked onto it.
Come and find me.
Wednesday rolls the envelope over in her hands a couple of times, closing her eyes she sees visions of the clearing, the woods, and then a rocky mountainside.
She sets her boots off to the side near the old willow tree, then discards her shirt and pants before she shifts a blink and heads in the direction of the clearing, following the flashes of visions in her head. She makes it past the trees and to the mountainside no less than thirty minutes later.
Morticia is waiting for her, sitting neatly, her black fur rustling in the gentle morning breeze, she holds a flower between her claws, her eyes tracing the patterns and veins from the petals to the stem, illuminated by the small bit of sunlight.
“Mother.” Wednesday pads up to her.
Morticia doesn’t move but acknowledges her presence with a small smile, “Well done, Wednesday. That was your quickest tracking yet.”
Wednesday feels the small puff of pride fill her chest at her mother’s praise, “The visions are becoming clearer.”
They sit next to each other, enjoying the way the sun begins to warm the mountaintops.
Without enough knowledge of Wednesday and Morticia, it can be somewhat challenging for those unfamiliar to distinguish Wednesday’s wolf from her mother’s, both are a blur of glimmering onyx when they run, but next to each other, Morticia stands a little taller.
Still, both are equally grand and commanding in their own ways.
Wednesday is faster, but Morticia is stronger when she wants to be.
One fond memory Wednesday has from childhood is of her mother uprooting an entire pine tree in one easy movement just because it was in her way.
Morticia’s eyes are focused on the mountain range beyond, where they can see that the sun is just about up now, washing the trees in a light glow.
“How is your daily training going? Your father tells me you’re quicker every day.”
Wednesday nods, “The tracking is becoming second nature, just like yours.”
“Mm, good, you must stay sharp.” Morticia looks back to the mountains, her voice is soft after a few moments, “Wednesday, you understand that certain alphas in our family possess otherworldly tracking skills, your grandmama did, as do I, and so do you.”
Morticia paces in front of her, and their eyes lock in an unwavering gaze.
“There is going to come a time when you will need to perfect your tracking skills, as a leader,” Her mother’s gaze intensifies, “There will come a time when you may need to face an immeasurable threat to our pack—to our everything. I want you to be properly prepared for it.”
Morticia rarely sounds afraid, so the emotion sticks out like a spear from her chest, sharp and unforgiving—Wednesday can almost taste the fear on her tongue. Bitter and foreign.
Wednesday can only nod again.
There’s a beautiful stillness to the forest during these early hours of the morning. The creatures that occupy the land around them are not yet awake, and the only sound surrounding them is the wind.
Morticia used to tell Wednesday when she was younger that if she ever wanted to communicate with the earth, all she had to do was whisper a message into the wind, and it would deliver it for her.
“Your father and I agree that after you finish at Nevermore, it will be time for you to take over the pack.”
She says it with so much pride and finality in her voice that Wednesday can tell she's been thinking about it for quite some time.
Wednesday’s eyes don’t waver.
“I see.”
It wasn’t common for alphas to take over as pack leaders until someone dies or is no longer healthy enough to lead. In recent years, bringing about stronger, younger alphas has changed that landscape considerably, but without any urgency within the Addams family, it would be confusing to outsiders.
Still, Morticia and Gomez have been leading the Addams territory for over a century now and don’t look any worse for wear. Werewolves live for a long time, as most supernatural beings do, but a century of leading is tiring.
A life leading a pack is a hard one; any werewolf understands this fact.
Wednesday knows her mother is tired, even if she does a damn good job of never showing it, there are years that she was not alive for, years of battles and things her mother endured that she never speaks about—some things Wednesday even believes her father does not know about.
“Being a leader can be lonely at times, my dear, but you will learn to rely on your pack. They are your backbone and your blood.”
Even with Gomez by her side, never parting from each other, there are still things that Morticia faces alone—but the warmth and love from her mate is what brings her home every time.
“You will have someone by your side—your mate, and no matter who they are, they will have to understand that being the mate of a pack leader is also no easy task.”
“Are you ready for this, Wednesday?” Morticia asks.
“I will be ready.” She replies firmly, digging her claws into the earth beneath them.
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“Final two options: blue or black?” Bianca holds up the identical tops in two different colors, “Which one makes my eyes pop more?”
Yoko tilts her head and then points to the blue top. Enid is too busy sagging over the side of the couch in the dressing room to notice.
“Earth to Enid, which one looks better?”
Yoko pinches her side, and she sits up, squinting at the items of clothing, she gives her friend a blank expression before Yoko makes pointed eyes at the blue top in Bianca’s hand.
“Uhh, the blue one…?”
Bianca rolls her eyes and tosses the shirts aside, “Dude, you look strung out, you didn’t have to come today if you didn’t want to.”
Enid shoots her a look, “I’m fine. I wanted to come, promise! I’m just tired.”
Yoko wiggles her eyebrows, “Oooh, are you and Addams staying up late and having fun?”
The heat rises to Enid’s cheeks at the thought, but unfortunately, that kind of fun was not being had.
“No! Not like that."
“No…?” Bianca looks at her curiously.
"Wednesday and I haven't..." Enid trails off.
“Wait…E, you and Wednesday haven’t had sex yet?”
Enid hesitates, mouth hanging open, which gives her away instantly. Both Yoko and Bianca share a look before bursting into twin laughter, making Enid pout and cross her arms.
“Thanks for the nonjudgment, guys.”
Bianca shakes her head through her laughter, “No, E, it’s not that there’s anything wrong with that, we’re just…”
Yoko finishes for her, “Surprised?”
“What, why?” Enid looks between them.
Bianca gives her a funny look, “Because you’re Enid Sinclair…? We honestly had bets that you’d jump her bones in like two weeks, tops.”
“When you want something, you get it. I don’t think there’s ever been something you don’t have.” Yoko tries to add onto Bianca’s thoughts, “It’s so obvious how heart eyes you are over her, we just assumed you wouldn’t be able to keep your hands off her.”
Her friends aren’t entirely wrong, Enid isn’t just attracted to Wednesday, she’s like head over heels obsessed—
And it isn’t for lack of trying, they stop themselves whenever they get too far, and up until this point, Enid doesn’t really know why.
Other arranged couples in their position are either far ahead or behind. Enid remembers hearing about an arrangement dissolving the other week—something about an international pack not mixing well with another.
Then, in the same week, she notices one of the couples on their floor had already exchanged bites. She hadn’t been able to stop staring when she ran into them in the hallway, and not to mention, they were caked beyond reason in each other’s scent.
Enid tells herself they’re just far too preoccupied to really sit down and think about sex right now. Wednesday is preparing to lead a pack, which is a situation none of the other alphas in their dorm are facing.
While they are officially a couple now, they still sleep separately, and Wednesday is almost too respectful of her space.
Sometimes they fall asleep on the couch together, but Wednesday always makes sure to wake her up to tuck her into her own bed so she doesn’t hurt her neck or something—and they like kissing each other, like really like it, but it always stops there.
She wonders if this is also something Wednesday wants Enid to decide the pace of.
“It’s not for lack of trying…we’re just taking things slow?”
“Did both of you decide on that?” Yoko asks, and Enid frowns.
“I guess…neither of us really decided that.”
If Enid’s being honest, Wednesday is the one letting her set the pace for the most part and they haven’t rushed anything, but she also notices how much Wednesday is holding back, even when the alpha doesn’t think she sees it.
She sees it in the way Wednesday chases her lips a second longer after they pull away, in the way that she finds small excuses to touch Enid, whether it be the hand on her, the small of her back in the dining hall, or the rush of excitement she feels when Enid links their hands on their walks between classes.
Time only makes her yearn for more. Enid catches herself watching Wednesday when her attention is elsewhere.
She’s mesmerized by the sharp jawline of her mate, her beautiful and dark pupils that seem like endless orbs that Enid could stare into for eternity—there’s such an elegance to Wednesday Addams that Enid thinks, no she knows, her beauty is what keep artists and poets awake late at night, pondering the meaning of all that is godlike in this world.
Enid’s pulled out of her pitiful yearning when Bianca claps her hands.
“Oh my god! The camping trip this weekend, that’s the perfect time for you and Addams to get it on, E!”
Yoko looks equally excited about the possibility of her friend getting laid, “What’s more romantic than being in one of those cabins? Just the two of you…one bed.” She’s practically swooning, probably at the thought of her and Divina in a similar situation.
Bianca tosses the two tops aside, now completely forgotten, as she grabs Enid and Yoko’s hands.
“Let’s go next door and pick out some lingerie for you right now!”
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“Clearly, Addams’ favorite color is black, so what do you think of these?”
Yoko holds up three different lingerie sets to a mortified Enid, both she and Bianca grinning wildly, “Come on, Enid, don’t get bashful now! You have to get laid!”
The sets are a mess of lace, garter belts, and pieces that Enid doesn’t even know how to unbuckle. Her face heats up at the image of Wednesday coming home to find her in one of these.
“Oh my god, keep your voice down!” Enid stands and grabs the options from Yoko’s hands, scrunching her nose, “These aren’t really…me? I mean, Wednesday knows how I dress, I feel like these are over exaggerating, especially on the lace front…”
Yoko turns and flips through the other items on the rack that the employee set out for them, humming, “Okay, noted, we can tone it down a bit.”
“Less lace but still just as sexy.” Yoko hands her a much simpler black set, a bra with a little push-up (never hurt anyone, Enid thinks), and some fairly okay-looking underwear; there are two tiny black lace ribbons, but it’s actually something she could see herself wearing.
“I actually like this one, do–do you think Wednesday will like it?”
Bianca makes a gagging noise, and Yoko hits her shoulder, “Addams won’t be able to keep her hands off of you, E.”
Enid’s cheeks start lifting into a mischievous smile, looking down at the lingerie in her hands, “Okay, I’ll go with this one.”
“We’ll take this!” Bianca calls the salesperson once Enid gives her approval, her cheeks still an embarrassing beet red.
“You’ll be thanking us later,” Bianca winks, and Enid's mind swims with all the possibilities that begin to spring up.
Will Wednesday find this too forward?
What’s the worst that could happen? Nothing happens between them, and then she’s just in some sexy lingerie in the middle of the woods?
When should she wear it?
Is there a right time to wear something like this camping?
Well, Enid supposes there’s only one way to find out.
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Once the Nevermore buses spot the entrance to Camp Jericho, excited shouts and hoots fill the air as the vehicles barrel down the road.
Wednesday sits next to Enid, watching her fondly as she presses her face against the glass, eyes lighting up at the familiar views of the campsite.
“You look forward to this trip every year?”
“It’s only the best thing ever! It feels like an actual summer camp without actually having to go to summer camp.”
Enid is vibrating out of her seat at the thought of arriving so soon, but the idea of walking away from her final Camp Jericho trip with a few specific new memories has adrenaline beating like drums through her veins.
Plus, Enid learns a few days before departure for the camp that Wednesday has never been to Camp Jericho, always opting out of the yearly trip—Wednesday mentions she would sooner be water boarded than be trapped in the wilderness with nearly the entire student body of Nevermore for a whole weekend.
“The evening campfires are the best, and the midnight swim is so much fun! Weems kind of turns a blind eye to seniors, so we should be good, and the best part is–”
“The kick off hunt.” Divina, Bianca, and Agnes all finish the sentence for her, sharing enthusiastic looks.
Before the buses even come to a complete stop in the lot, everyone is already piling out and taking in the fresh air and talking animatedly amongst themselves.
Agnes grins at Wednesday, “Whichever pack brings back the biggest hunt gets to lead the dawn run on the last day. No teachers, just packs.”
“A hunting competition? Interesting.” Wednesday taps her chin.
Wednesday Addams never backs down from a challenge.
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Enid and Wednesday are assigned the best cabin for the weekend, and the blonde has a sneaking suspicion that Bianca and Yoko are behind it.
The front deck has the most breathtaking views of the sunrise and the sunset, plus there’s a cozy fireplace by the entrance and, according to Bianca, a bed that doesn’t creak with every slight movement.
Enid hopes that Wednesday doesn’t catch her blushing like a tomato at that comment.
She also tries not to blush at the quiet teasing from Yoko and Divina about the irony of a one-bed situation, “Oh my god, this is right out of some romance novel–” Yoko starts but dies down when Enid shoots her a look.
“If you are more comfortable with me using the couch to sleep, I do not mind. Are you sure the bed is okay?”
She senses a change in her mate’s scent when they’re unpacking a few of their things, and if it weren’t for the nerves running through Enid’s body, she would have found it entirely endearing that Wednesday hadn’t even batted an eye at her multiple suitcases for one weekend.
Still, she’s more concentrated on how Wednesday scrutinizes the bed and then looks to Enid.
Enid’s quick to reply, “No! I mean—no you don’t have to use the couch, the bed is fine. For both of us.” She squeaks the last part and Wednesday nods, but the switch in her scent, a happy switch, makes heat rise to Enid’s cheeks again.
“Your wish is my command,” Wednesday says with the tease of a smirk, and Enid’s mouth suddenly goes dry. She’s about to say something before they hear Larissa outside in the clearing, calling everyone’s attention.
“Please gather around, students. I know, I know, you’re all very excited to get this weekend’s festivities underway, but before that, we have a few new ground rules to cover.”
Even though Larissa Weems doesn’t need to stand on a tree stump to be any more formidable than she is, she still towers over the students as they clamber to the center of the camp, the teachers standing just below the stump awaiting their orders from the headmaster.
Dressed like a six-foot-tall scout ranger, Ms. Weems is a little too happy to put the whistle around her neck to good use, the insufferable high-pitched sound cutting through the crowd’s excited chattering.
“In an hour, we will kick off our camping weekend with the annual hunt!”
Cheers erupt throughout the crowd as Enid and Wednesday weave through the throngs to find their friends, Enid bouncing ecstatically on her heels.
It had been well over a week since she’d been on a proper run, and she was getting antsy. The other night, she almost ripped a hole through one of her plushies.
Ms. Weems clears her throat and glances down at her clipboard, “This will come as a disappointment, but due to recent events, the kick-off hunt will only consist of alphas and betas this year.”
There’s a silence amongst everyone before a series of frustrated and disheartened murmurs grow into a few outraged cries.
The angry shouts begin again, but with a lift of her hand and a warning look, Ms. Weems stamps down any further protests, “Student safety is our number one priority. The hunt will commence in an hour.”
Enid’s heart sinks in her chest as she looks to Wednesday, who is staring at her with an equally saddened expression.
“Shit, I’m so sorry, E.” Bianca sighs from beside them, Divina shaking her head, “This fucking sucks. But hey, we’ll bring back the best game and we’ll get you that dawn run.”
Wednesday’s eyes switch to something hard, quickly nodding along with Divina’s words.
She reaches up her palm to cup Enid’s cheek, a cute and determined frown knitting her eyebrows together, “I will bring you back the biggest animal in this entire state.”
Enid’s disappointment quickly dissolves into something else; there’s a glint in Wednesday’s eye, an eagerness to make her mate proud of her.
It’s so hot.
And Enid is so done for.
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Enid kisses Wednesday goodbye like she never has before, lips pushing against the alpha’s in hot desperation, hoping that no one is really looking at them as they say their own farewells before departing.
There’s a hint of surprise in Wednesday’s body language before she wraps her arms tighter around Enid’s waist and swipes her tongue against the curve of Enid’s bottom lip, her canine almost catching it.
At Bianca’s ‘ahem’, they reluctantly pull apart, Enid whispering one last time into the air between them.
“Good luck.”
Enid watches them disappear into the dusky woods before turning and rushing back to the cabin, intent on finding the lingerie she had packed away.
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“There are only a few geese to the north; everything else is slim pickings.” Agnes mutters, a blur of hazel and red fur jumping through the brush to join Wednesday and Bianca. She swishes her hair and tilts her nose to the sky, “I don’t think anyone else has gotten something substantial yet either.”
“That's supposed to be good news?” Bianca asks, pawing the ground.
“It’s early.” Wednesday says through her teeth, eyes flicking around the glade, her ears perked to listen for any nearby movement, “We have to be patient.”
“The fish aren’t biting either.” Eugene appears through the same brush Agnes came through.
At that moment, everyone’s ears twitch when the thunderous roar of paws against the muddy ground draw nearer, and they only have a moment's notice before Carmilla Night and her unruly pack break through the shadows to mow them down like twigs on the forest floor.
“Hey, watch where you’re fucking going!”
Bianca growls when the weight of Carmilla almost topples her, but she’s able to find her footing just in time, seeing as Carmilla is just a tad bigger than she is.
The other pack halts just at the edge, everyone’s ears flattened and a challenging snarl on their lips when Agnes and Divina growl at them.
The large white alpha, with streaks of black stretched across her spine, sizes up Bianca as she stalks toward her, fangs bared.
Her tone is so mocking that it makes Bianca’s claws itch to wrap around her neck.
“Or what? You’re going to fight me? With what pack?”
Wednesday shoves forward, and even though, as a human, Carmilla is easily a foot taller than Wednesday, their wolves are of equal proportion.
“It’s in your best interest to keep moving, Night. We took claim of this area already.”
A haughty laugh leaves Carmilla, the rest of her pack joining in like hyenas before she slams her foot on the ground, and they fall silent.
“You think you and your weak little friends are going to get the biggest hunt? Let’s see if you can keep up, Addams.”
The hint of a challenge isn’t lost on the others, and Wednesday’s gaze pins Carmilla with something akin to murderous intent.
Everyone goes quiet when they hear the snap of a twig in the distance, the smell of deers wafting past them.
Finally.
There’s not even a second to bat an eye before Wednesday and Carmilla take off in the direction, their packs scrambling to be the quickest to follow.
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Enid shivers, her tin chucked tightly into Wednesday’s vest around her shoulders. Kneeling on the ground near the entrance to the woods, she waits with the rest of the students left behind.
The air surrounding them is electrifying as everyone holds a collective breath.
She has to stop herself from clawing at the ground with her nails, her eyes scurrying around the swaying branches and leaves, listening for any hint of the groups returning.
“I lost their scent an hour ago. I think they’re far beyond the forest now.” Yoko murmurs beside her, kicking the dirt with her shoe.
“Don’t worry, Enid, no one’s tracking skills are a match for Wednesday’s.” Pugsley nudges her side, his grin innocent and wide. She returns the smile with a slow exhale.
“I hope you’re right, Pugs.”
There’s a sound from the group a few feet away from their fire—Enid notices it’s Night’s pack, and the omegas are chatting amongst each other anxiously, snickering every now and then they cast a pointed glance at a blonde girl sitting within their vicinity, but purposefully not included in their circle.
Enid frowns when she realizes it’s Georgiana Barlow.
“Yoko, why is Georgiana sitting with Night’s groupies?” She whispers to her friend, and Yoko follows her gaze.
“Didn’t you hear? The Nights chose Georgiana to be Carmilla’s mate. It happened last week or something—kind of sudden too.”
Puglsey looks over Enid’s shoulder, letting out a noise of sympathy.
“I don’t envy her.”
Enid tilts her head, feeling a pang of guilt for how harshly she’d judged Georgiana prior to today, because the sadness in the other girl’s eyes is so palpable, like a candle light snuffed out at the very last moment.
Without thinking, she stands and walks with purpose to Georgiana, ignoring the other omegas who stop speaking with each other when she approaches.
“Do you want to come sit with us while we wait? There’s plenty of room on our blanket.” Enid puts on her warmest smile, and Georgiana blinks at her a couple of times, trying to determine whether it’s really her that Enid is addressing.
After a few moments, she nods eagerly, a relieved smile crossing her face, “That would be really lovely, thank you, Enid.”
They walk past the groupies whispering and sneering at Georgiana until they’re back with Yoko and Pugsley.
They settle in, sharing friendly smiles between them, and Enid can only giggle as Pugsley offers Georgiana one of his homemade cookies.
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A low growl rips itself from Carmilla’s throat when Wednesday runs past her. They’re nearing the edge of the trees now, and the family of deer is so close they can practically hear their heartbeats.
Wednesday prepares herself to leap ahead until she grazes the trunk of a tree, and a vision flashes before her eyes—the cliffside, rocks, a bigger hoofprint.
Caribous. An entire herd.
She calls out to her friends behind her,
“We’re changing course. Trust me.”
Wednesday veers to the left sharply right before they reach the herd, watching in her peripheral vision as Carmilla and her pack look at them in bewilderment, “What the—” The other wolf snarls, and Wednesday chuckles low in her throat.
“Can’t keep up, Night?”
She and Bianca break through the cliffside and see the caribous, then, like a buffet laid out for them alone.
They lock eyes, and it's as if the animal has already accepted this brutal fate in the hierarchy of beasts in this world; there is no one more powerful predator than the werewolf.
Wednesday only waits a beat before they hurdle towards the herd, their fangs glinting in the moonlight.
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“I see someone! They’re back!”
Ms. Thornhill calls from her perch up on a slanted rock, binoculars in her hands.
Everyone stands in anticipation, inhaling as the breeze carries the familiar scent of those returning.
Enid rocks nervously, trying to see over people clambering to the front, good thing for Puglsey’s height as he calls out, “It’s Wednesday, I see them!”
The crowd parts ever so slightly to let Enid and their pack through, her eyes only searching for Wednesday until a flash of black hair comes up over the horizon.
Bianca and Divina follow closely behind her, their clothes bloody, dragging the biggest caribou carcasses Enid has ever seen.
Eugene and Agnes trail after them, two large caribous in their grasp as well.
Ms. Thornhill raises a large, blowing horn to her lips and sounds off into the night air.
“The Addams pack has hunted the biggest game!”
Wednesday is an image to be revered, an image that will stick to Enid’s brain like a tattoo: sweaty bangs matted to her forehead, but her two braids are still nearly perfectly intact; her cheeks, neck, and the top of her chest are covered in deep, bloody maroon.
Wednesday’s favorite oversized zip-up hoodie hangs around her shoulders with a pair of black shorts hidden beneath the hem, now equally stained with blood.
To Enid, Wednesday has never looked sexier.
Without a single thought other than just Wednesday, Enid takes off as fast as her legs can carry her toward her mate.
Wednesday’s frenzied eyes focus only on Enid before the blonde’s body collides with hers, arms clinging to her like a lifeline, her own arms instinctively wrapping just as tight around her mate, and for the first time that evening, Wednesday releases a clean and full exhale.
Their lips smash together, hungrily, the adrenaline from the hunt flying through Wednesday’s veins and the anticipation of seeing her mate over that horizon hitting them all at once.
Enid’s lips part quickly this time, urging Wednesday’s tongue against hers, whimpering at the slightest scrape of her sharp teeth against her lip—Wednesday swallows Enid’s moan into her throat, possessing it as her own.
Enid’s scent is safety, a trail Wednesday can follow for miles, knowing that she will always be home as long as Enid is waiting for her.
Wednesday doesn’t hold back; there’s nothing in this world that can tear her from Enid, but she reluctantly pulls away from her mate’s lips just long enough to see the look in Enid’s eyes, causing a deep pool of arousal to tug in her stomach.
Enid cups Wednesday’s face, swallowing she pushes her nerves aside, “Let’s go back to the cabin.”
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Before the cabin door even closes behind them, Wednesday is already directing them to the bed, her hands gripping Enid’s hips tightly as she walks backwards, small kisses and whispers shared between them before Enid fully pulls back, and Wednesday almost growls at the loss.
“Sit here, let me get a washcloth.” She whispers and pushes on Wednesday's sturdy shoulders when she resists at first until there’s a little give, and she slowly sits on the edge, her eyes boring into Enid’s face like a burning brand.
“Enid–” She calls out, but the blonde has already disappeared into the small attached bathroom and Wednesday takes a second to steady her breathing, her hands clenching and unclenching atop her knees.
A second later, Enid returns with a damp cloth, and Wednesday instinctively pulls her closer until Enid is standing between her knees. The warmth of the washcloth presses against her sternum, but Wednesday keeps her eyes on Enid intently, watching as she drags the cloth slowly over Wednesday’s skin.
A part of Enid, the primal part, doesn’t want to wash away the blood, she wants the alpha to take her and have her way, skin bloodied and dirty from the hunt, but the other more human part of her is trying to think of the sheets.
She brushes the washcloth lower, between the valley of Wednesday’s breasts, biting her lip at the drips of blood. Asking for silent permission, Enid brings her fingers up to the zipper that’s halfway down Wednesday’s hoodie.
Wednesday leans back slightly on her palms and nods, a command dropping from her lips,
“Take it off.”
Enid sucks in a breath and pulls the zipper down slowly, revealing more and more of Wednesday’s beautiful olive skin, her nails coming up to scratch gently along the smoothness in fascination.
She slowly pushes the hoodie off her shoulders, letting it fall behind Wednesday as Enid takes in her bare chest, her perfect breasts painted in blood, slowly rising and falling with her steady breathing.
Enid subconsciously licks her lips as Wednesday’s hands come up to grip her hips again, nails digging in ever so slightly into her soft skin.
For everything sharp and jagged about Wednesday, there’s an unbelievable softness to her skin—Enid longs to have it pressed against her, with no space between them.
She feels the immediate gathering of between her thighs, and she’s grateful that the skirt she’s wearing will be easy to take off. Still, her underwear is growing damper by the minute just off of Wednesday’s scent and proximity alone.
The smell of an animal’s blood on the skin of her mate drives her wild, and while they’re at the point of no return, shame is no longer part of Enid’s list of emotions right now.
Without so much as a second thought Enid leans forward, ducking her head down, she licks a hot trail from Wednesday’s stomach, up between the valley of her breasts, moaning lowly at the coppery taste mixed with the alpha’s sweat.
Enid thinks that all other tastes might pale in comparison.
“Enid–”
Wednesday’s voice is barely restrained, a foreign sound on her lips for someone who is quite literally always composed. The blonde notices how hard she’s gripping the bed sheets, her nails puncturing holes into them.
There’s a sharp inhale from Wednesday’s chest, and Enid’s eyes snap to hers to see her pupils blown wide. Wednesday can smell her, she can probably almost taste her, too, with how wet Enid is, and all she can do is let out a pathetic whimper.
Her tongue still hangs out like a dumb dog, pressed against Wednesday’s chest.
“Cara mia.” Wednesday whispers, voice dripping in desire as she tugs Enid closer by her skirt, black nails toying with the waistband.
“Let’s take this off too, hm?” She isn’t really asking as she lifts Enid’s sweater and the omega all but throws it off herself, Wednesday smiling fondly at her eagerness before her eyes fall onto the black lace encompassing Enid’s chest.
This time, Wednesday is silent as Enid watches for a reaction, her throat bobbing nervously,
“I…I thought I might put on something special for tonight…?”
“You’re perfect, everything about you is...astounding, Enid.” Wednesday breathes, her nails slowly raking up from Enid’s taut stomach to the black lace, and her words make Enid’s knees almost buckle.
She’s practically preening as Wednesday loops her hands around to unsnap her bra, her lips instantly on the blonde’s exposed skin, kissing and nipping, making Enid melt into a series of moans and gasps.
“May I?” She asks permission, nails ready to undo the snap, and Enid nods too quickly, letting the lace fall away from her body.
For all the trouble that Yoko and Bianca went to help her pick it out, Enid thinks with a smile that she much prefers it when Wednesday takes it off her.
With a squeak, Wednesday pulls her onto her lap, and Enid instantly grinds down, her damp underwear making contact with the firm bulge in the other girl’s shorts, she lets her head fall back at the delicious press of it against her.
They’re still wearing too much.
Wednesday wants to have every single piece of Enid, she wants to taste her, to be inside of her, to ruin her, and she suddenly feels overwhelmed, wishing to do this all at once.
All she can muster out is, “Let me have you, I need to have you.”
Enid could have come right and then there from her words alone—instead, she grinds down harder, merely nodding, “I’m yours, please, Wednesday…”
Wednesday can nearly taste Enid's desperation.
At her whispered ‘I’m yours’ Wednesday shoves one hand up her skirt and wastes no time dipping into the waistband of her underwear, her fingers quickly finding the abundance of slick at her entrance, causing Enid to arch her back.
Wednesday’s touch feels like the greatest of mercies and the harshest of tortures all at once.
In a few quick movements, Wednesday flips them so Enid is her flat on her back, eyes raking up and down her body as if the omega was made just for her eyes alone.
The soft comforter presses into her back, making her nervous body relax as she sinks into the mattress and lets Wednesday hover above her like a predator to very willing prey.
Enid’s eyes fall slowly to the thick outline of her shaft beneath the fabric of her shorts, which has her brain short-circuiting in so many ways.
Another quick movement, and Enid’s skirt flies across the room, but before Wednesday can remove her shorts, Enid stops her, sitting up slightly.
Enid takes hold of her waistband.
“Please, let me.”
The air is cloudy with their scents, almost like an invisible haze of lust and passion swirling around them, creating an undeniable craving that only they can satisfy with each other.
Wednesday watches through hooded lids as Enid pulls her shorts down her legs, slowly exposing every mouth-watering bit of skin to Enid as she does, her mouth parting when Wednesday’s thickness pops out, and she has to stop herself from reaching out and palming her.
She decides then that there’s not a single inch of Wednesday that Enid doesn’t want to consume.
Wednesday’s shorts join Enid’s skirt somewhere on the ground.
Before she can say anything else, Wednesday is returning the favor, her hands gently sliding the blonde’s underwear down her legs with a tenderness that betrays everything swirling behind the alpha’s eyes.
Enid just wants, and wants, and wants.
Slowly, she spreads her knees a little wider, letting Wednesday settle between them, the omega inside of her preening and saying I’ll be good for you, I’ll be your good girl.
She watches Wednesday jerk herself slowly, very grateful that her mother arranges her contraceptive shots to be distributed every six months, because the thought of being unable to just have Wednesday inside of her—raw, might send her into a breakdown.
“Wednesday,” Enid whines and slowly coils her arms around the alpha’s shoulders to bring her back to her, needing to feel her as close as possible, “I want—no, I need, you.”
There aren’t many rational thoughts flying around her brain right now, but she’s pretty sure that if Wednesday doesn’t fuck her within the next few minutes she’s going to, quite literally, die.
With a low growl, Wednesday presses their lips together and snakes a hand up Enid’s slicked up thighs, gingerly brushing against her clit, causing Enid’s back to arch again, a broken gasp escaping her lips at the delicious contact.
She knows Wednesday wants to savor her, and if the alpha had her way, she would probably just tease and play with her all night—but not tonight, maybe some other time.
Enid bends her knees and locks Wednesday’s hips between them, urging her,
“Please.” Enid begs again.
Wednesday swallows, the scent of Enid’s slick makes her dizzy.
She slides two fingers into her wet folds, moaning when she slides in easily, and her mate clenches around her with a broken gasp.
Wednesday wants to bathe in her slick.
She doesn’t realize she’s said the desire out loud until Enid’s eyes snap open, she’s practically drooling as she tries to grind down on Wednesday’s hand, no longer feeling shame for her desperation.
It’s in Enid’s biological nature to call to Wednesday, she’s just adhering to the whims of the world.
“I need to be gentle, Enid, but it is taking some…restraint.” Wednesday whispers, voice more strained than ever, and Enid finds herself getting pathetically wetter at the thought of her wavering self-control.
Enid sits up on her elbows once again and runs her hands up and down Wednesday’s forearms to soothe her.
“You won’t hurt me, Wednesday. I trust you.”
The heat between her legs is near unbearable until finally she looks down as Wednesday takes herself in her palm, and Enid salivates again—Wednesday’s shaft, thick enough to look heavy, makes Enid tremble.
Wednesday can feel herself pulsing, almost painfully so. She shifts her hips closer, and Enid’s knees cage her in, squeeze around her, giving her silent encouragement as her tip drags through her folds, both shuddering at how it takes no time at all for Enid’s slick to cover Wednesday’s shaft.
Wednesday pushes in slowly, even though Enid’s thighs squeezing around her are a silent plea for her just to shove right in—she wants to savor this moment entirely.
Their lips are just inches from touching, but Wednesday wants to watch her mate’s face—her hot breath ghosting over her face, both of her arms framing Enid’s beautiful face beneath her.
Enid gasps when the first bit slides in, but her body tenses almost immediately.
Enid is very aware, in this moment, that her body has an owner, and it isn’t necessarily her.
Wednesday isn’t really sure if she believes in heaven, but between Enid’s legs is the closest she’ll probably ever get.
Wednesday’s thickness crowds for space within her entrance, and her body accommodates as best she can, because she was literally made to fit Wednesday.
“Ha–wow, you’re…you’re so—”
Enid doesn’t know how to finish her sentence as it tips off into a loud moan, her knees trembling, and even though she’s ungodly wet, there’s a slight strain, and for a split second, she panics over the thought of not being able to take Wednesday.
This makes her clench even tighter, and Wednesday finds it hard to move.
“Enid, breathe for me.” She rests her hands on the omega’s hips and coaxes her to relax, pushing out a comforting scent to help her, but it’s not enough.
Enid wants to simultaneously sink Wednesday into her completely, but her body is telling her mate she needs a little more help.
The omega whimpers, low in her throat, catching Wednesday’s steady gaze, she bares her neck, her walls fluttering around Wednesday’s thickness begging for full entry.
Wednesday leans forward, her sharp teeth flashing in the low light, and seizes the blonde’s throat in a firm bite, nowhere near hard enough to break skin, of course, but enough to encourage Enid’s submission.
On command, Enid’s entire body relaxes, and Wednesday can easily sink into her entirely, the fit is nearly perfect and it makes Enid moan into the other girl’s shoulder.
“Good girl.” Wednesday pants against her skin.
Pulling back and peppering kisses along the column of her throat and neck, Wednesday whispers words of encouragement to her mate, jogging her hips slightly before beginning to pump herself into her at a steady pace.
Both of them moan at how utterly incredible it feels, and they have a similar thought of why they waited so long.
Enid’s body is still tense, her limbs curled around Wednesday, so the alpha tries to soothe her further, mouthing down once more on her neck to help her.
“Oh my god, Wednesday—” Enid chokes, “You feel so good…”
The praise is all Wednesday needs to pick up the pace, nearly drawing her slick-covered shaft all the way out before pushing back in, crowding Enid’s fluttering walls harder and harder each time.
Hot pleasure zips its way through both of their bodies as Enid clings to her mate and tries to string coherent sentences that only come out as whimpers and moans directly into Wednesday’s ear.
A part of Enid mourns that she won’t take Wednesday’s knot today, at least not until her heat or Wednesday’s rut—but the anticipation of it, just from how good the alpha feels inside of her now, makes her walls clench so hard that Wednesday lets out a fractured moan and her hips stutter their movements.
“Close…I’m so close…” Enid whines when suddenly Wednesday hooks her hands under her knees and spreads her apart more, her thrusts becoming slower and harder.
Enid’s stomach tugs violently, drawing her closer to the edge every time Wednesday’s hips meet hers.
Enid can see the effort from her mate as Wednesday’s arms flex, and her stomach tightens—
Suddenly, she’s bathed in an ocean of Wednesday’s scent when she hits her so deep she swears she can feel Wednesday in the back of her throat.
The feeling flings her into her first orgasm ever, stars exploding behind her eyes as she cries out Wednesday’s name over and over, sobbing when she feels the alpha tense and with a low grunt before releasing a thick stream into her, making Enid’s knees tremble and her eyes roll back into her head.
They catch their breaths, and when movement finally returns to Enid’s arms she brings them up and cups Wednesday’s face to draw her in for a long and languid kiss, spit and tongue connecting in a flurry.
Before Wednesday can even begin to pull out Enid stops her, with a pathetic whimper she locks her legs around her waist tighter, “More…I want more.”
Wednesday can only look down at her mate with a devilish smile.
“Whatever you want, Enid.”
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They skip the entire bonfire, neither really caring that they’re missing out on the spoils of the hunt from earlier; food is the very last thing on their mind.
When Wednesday leans forward and digs sharp claws into the wooden headboard and slams Enid so hard into the mattress that she loses her breath, there’s not much else she can think about
Wednesday almost rips the headboard off the bedframe.
Enid doesn’t remember how many times she comes that night, officially losing count after her third orgasm, when her legs are completely jello she finally releases Wednesday from her hold, and the other girl pulls out slowly.
They both mourn the loss.
Enid is too tired to comprehend much fully, but she does note with a deep sense of arousal in her stomach how Wednesday stares in intense attention at her wet folds, spread open and dripping with Wednesday's thick load, threatening to spill out of Enid and onto the sheets.
A shiver runs through her when Wednesday dips a finger into her and spreads her apart to look closer at her seed in her cunt.
So, Wednesday has a thing for dumping her load inside of her. Noted.
Wednesday’s cold lips trail along her neck and up to Enid’s jaw, dropping small kisses along her skin, already proud of herself for the various marks she’d left on her skin.
Although the act of not biting Enid had been more complicated than Wednesday anticipated, she’s proud of herself for showing as much restraint as she did—even if Enid’s neck looks like some kind of splotchy modern painting.
Enid sinks into the kisses, smiling when Wednesday nudges her ear and whispers, “What do you need, Enid?”
Enid only looks at her for a second before she uses what tiny bit of strength she has and pushes on her shoulders until Wednesday is sitting back and she climbs onto her lap, their legs sticky and wet with their fluids, her mate already hard again beneath her.
“I need you.” Enid breathes and sinks down, thighs trembling with the effort.
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Dawn breaks over the camp, and Enid and Wednesday are still tangled in one another, both a little delirious from lack of food and water, until the alpha can find a second to leave Enid’s side and dig through her mountain of suitcases to find a few energy bars and water bottles.
More of Bianca and Yoko’s doing, Enid thinks again.
Even in their sex induced haze, Wednesday will not waver from taking care of her mate.
“Enid, you must drink something.” Wednesday commands and holds the bottle up, which Enid snatches, all but ripping the cap off. She chugs it in two gulps, droplets running down her lips and neck.
She tosses the empty bottle onto the ground and crawls toward Wednesday on her knees, tugging her back onto the bed.
Daylight breaks through their curtains, painting their naked and bruised bodies in a warm glow.
Wednesday stares at Enid—an angel lying beneath her—and all hers.
Hours later, the bed is a mess, the couch even messier, and Enid can’t even look at the rug by the fireplace.
And those poor pillows are either ripped apart or scattered across the ground. Enid wonders if they’re going to be hit with a fee from the campgrounds.
They think briefly about joining their friends at lunch, but the thought quickly leaves their brains when Enid pushes Wednesday against the bathroom wall and kneels to take her into her mouth.
Enid then retracts her earlier thought about blood and Wednesday’s sweat being the best thing she’s ever tasted—it moves down a peg.
It isn’t until much later, well after another skipped meal and a bonfire, that they take a reprieve.
Enid’s limbs are screaming at her for a break, and all she can do is flop over onto her back.
Wednesday lies on her stomach, the blankets loosely around her waist, with her cheek resting against one of the non-damaged pillows.
The small dimples of her back are on full display for Enid to admire and trace her fingers over, delighting in the small grunts of pleasure that come from her mate every few minutes.
Enid inwardly cringes when her fingers trace up the long scratches marring Wednesday’s back, a product of her lack of control with her nails.
But it’s another thing she learns about Wednesday—she likes, no, she loves being scratched by Enid, enough to draw blood even, and there’s something so primal about it that she is more than happy to indulge her mate in.
“Everyone’s going to wonder where we were.” Enid muses aloud, and Wednesday chuckles darkly into the pillow.
“Let them talk.”
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Enid isn’t mad they basically skipped the entire camping trip—the delicious ache between her legs and in her limbs is a better memory in her book.
The morning of their last day, they take a few successful (and unsuccessful) showers to at least scrub a bit of the stench of sex off of them, but it’s only successful to a point, and they have to cut their losses before getting dressed to join the rest of their peers at breakfast.
Thankfully, Wednesday lends Enid one of her black turtle necks in an effort to hide how her neck looks like it’s been attacked.
They depart from the cabin, a giddy smile on Enid’s face as they walk hand-in-hand to their group of friends, Wednesday acting nonchalant when they all stare and make a face when they get a sniff of the air around them.
Enid’s cheeks burn a bright red when Eugene fails to make eye contact with her and trips over his words when he relays everything they’ve missed over the weekend, Wednesday nodding along as normal as ever.
“Holy shit, girl, I need a fucking mask or something. You reek.”
Bianca grins at Enid playfully but covers her nose with her hand, making the omega shove her.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about!” Enid chirps and feigns indifference until Yoko pulls at her turtleneck, “Really? Her turtleneck?”
Enid shrugs, “It’s all she had! Trust me, you don’t want to see what’s under this.”
Bianca makes a face and a gagging noise, “Don’t have to tell me twice.”
Puglsey cuts in at that exact moment, waving his arms excitedly, “Wednesday, you should have seen how angry Carmilla was all weekend—it’s like steam was blowing out of her ears or something!”
Wednesday’s brow quirks at this.
Divina adds, “She really didn’t like being bested during the hunt. We could hear her ripping her pack a new one by their tents.”
In a way, Carmilla’s antics are incredibly juvenile, but Wednesday’s satisfaction lies in the fact that she humiliated another alpha leader and in front of her pack, no less. To most leaders, this kind of humiliation warrants a punishment far greater than a few laughs.
Weaker alphas have fought over less.
Enid is about to say something when a taller figure shoves past her, almost knocking her to the ground as a result.
“Watch where you’re walking, Sinclair.” Carmilla throws the words at her angrily, on the verge of a snarl.
Wednesday instantly freezes beside Enid and turns slowly to face the offending alpha.
Enid instinctively opens her mouth to apologize before Wednesday steps in front of her. Her fists are clenching so tightly at her side that her knuckles are turning white.
“Don’t you dare touch her.”
Carmilla looks at Wednesday, completely unfazed.
“She was in my way.”
Wednesday swallows the growl climbing her throat. Enid’s never heard her voice like this before, the edges so sharp they could cut skin with words alone.
“It would be wise of you to never come within ten feet of my mate ever again.”
She turns and takes Enid’s hand, the rest of their friends turning away when Carmilla sneers and tugs on Georgiana’s hand wrapped around her arm.
The omega isn't doing it to comfort her, but to pull Carmilla away before she gets herself into a mess she can’t get out of.
But there is no such luck.
Carmilla scoffs, “Learn to keep your bitch in line, Addams.”
There isn’t even a breath to react, Wednesday whips around so fast.
Enid only sees a flash of her claws before Carmilla’s face snaps to the side, followed by a sickening crack.
It echoes through the campground.
“H-Holy shit.” Yoko gasps.
Everyone turns to look in their direction.
Carmilla’s head is still twisted to the side, blood dripping down her neck.
She reaches with a shaky hand and slowly touches her mauled skin.
She stares at Wednesday, who only returns the gaze, her eyes filled with unrelenting rage.
Another steady beat passes until the two alphas erupt in a burst of fangs and fur, diving at each other’s jugulars with the intent to maim and kill.
“Wednesday!” Enid screams and only gets a step forward until Bianca pulls her back from the mayhem and steps in front of her.
Bianca holds her back firmly, “Don’t! Enid, it’s too dangerous.”
There are many essential things in the world of werewolves that you cannot do, and getting in the middle of two alphas fighting is at the top of that list.
She can only watch in horror as Wednesday pins Carmilla to the ground, her claws in an iron grip around Carmilla’s neck. Enid stares at the red in Wednesday’s pupils, the blood lust, all just to protect her.
Well.
Weaker alphas have fought over less.
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