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Wednesday had embarked on her journey to find Enid over two months ago. After she found out Enid was an Alpha wolf and the repercussions that came with it, Wednesday took it upon herself to keep true to her word, “I have no problem hunting you down.” The words that left her lips after leaving Enid in the lupin cages that fateful night when she was buried alive…
Had Enid not come for her in time, she would’ve died, but Enid would still be in her human form, which is why she now found herself deep in the Canadian forest following another trail of her possible sighting.
“Are you sure it’s her this time?” Uncle Fester chimed.
Wednesday glanced over her shoulder, “How many wolves with pink and blue fur do you see daily?”
Fester chuckled, “That does sound a lot like her, doesn’t it?” He crouched to inspect deep gouges carved into a nearby tree. “How do you want to handle this?” He asked, nudging at the scratches.
Wednesday sighed, “I have done my research. She will not recognize me, nor anything human for that matter…” She pinched the bridge of her nose, “But I am her pack. This will be essential.”
Moonlight poured over her like silver smoke, bathing her in an ethereal glow. She had lost several pounds, her cheeks had hollowed, and the dark bags beneath her eyes betrayed her sleepless nights.
Her visions hadn’t returned, leaving her reliant on Agnes’s abilities and skills to support her. She looked up at the moon, whispering a silent plea, “You did not have to run that day. We could have solved it…together.”
Fester studied her quietly from a distance. He recognized that look; he had seen it before in his own brother’s brown ones. His niece wouldn’t admit it yet, but she wasn’t just looking for her werewolf best friend…she was looking for her actual mate.
“Mm.” He cleared his throat, “I believe it's time for us to head back to the cabin. I'm sure we could finish tracking her tomorrow.”
She nodded silently and followed her uncle back to the night’s hideout.
Upon their arrival, they found Agnes fast asleep over a clutter of notes and maps of the area. A red marker dangled loosely from her fingers, dripping ink onto the section she had been marking.
Wednesday sighed. Ever since Agnes had literally appeared in her life, she had proven to be a very valuable ally. Although she would never say it aloud.
Wednesday murmured, “Take the top bunk tonight.” She glanced at Agnes, “Looks like she will be taking the bottom one.”
Fester flashed his niece a tight-lipped grin and nod as he climbed the bunk ladder. “Try getting some sleep, too. We’ll find her soon.”
Wednesday only stared at him in silence before turning back to Agnes. She placed a hand on the younger girl’s shoulder, squeezing lightly, “Agnes, you are drooling on the maps.”
Agnes frowned, blinking herself awake. “What…what time is it?”
“Most certainly past your bedtime,” Wednesday replied as her eyes scanned the messy lines on the map.
Agnes stood, heading for the bunk. When she noticed the top one was taken. Wednesday didn’t need to look behind her to know she was about to refute, “Take the lower one tonight. We would not want you falling and breaking your neck this far into the woods.”
Agnes gave her a small knowing smile. She had learned to read all of Wednesday’s little tells, and she knew this meant she cared. “Good night, Wednesday. Hope you can sleep too.”
Wednesday breathed deeply through her nose and sat in a worn armchair by the low-burning chimney fire, facing the door. She poured herself a cup of coffee from the small table next to her and reopened her aunt Ophelia’s journal for what felt like the hundredth time.
She had been settling in like this for the past couple of weeks, never once complaining. It was all part of her mission to find Enid Sinclair, just as keeping her Grandmama’s silver-bullet shotgun within reach at all times was.
At some point during the night, exhaustion finally claimed her. She had yet to fully recover from the Hyde’s attack and the weeks she had spent in a coma, although she’d never let that get in the way of keeping her promise to Enid.
She was snoring softly when a violent chorus of snarls and barks tore her from sleep like a snap of lightning. She jolted upright, grabbed her shotgun, and burst through the door.
Fog rolled over the forest floor as moonlight cast a cold silver light through the trees. It must have been around 3 am by the ethereal looks of it. Narrowing her eyes, she caught a glimpse of unmistakable werewolf hind legs vanishing into the foliage. Several sets of them…
She tightened her grip on the shotgun and cast a single glance behind her. Fester and Agnes were still deep asleep, so she ventured out, running in the direction the wolves had gone before their tracks went cold. This could not possibly wait until morning.
…
Enid Sinclair, loyal friend and currently rogue Alpha, had survived out in the wild for 2 whole months. Her humanity had been the price, given willingly to save the only person who had ever truly mattered…
Only, she no longer remembered that.
Now, she only knew she was being hunted and had to survive. She fought for her life, day after day, living off rabbits and deer as she ran from other werewolves who pursued her for reasons she could not remember.
She was a lone wolf. She had no pack, and sometimes in the dead of night, loneliness crushed her. She cried, releasing small, pleading yips to the moon, her only constant…and now, perhaps, her executioner.
She had been fighting this particularly persistent pack of wolves for a couple of days now. She was larger and stronger than most of them, but when they attacked her as a unit, and she had been pushed to her limits.
Week after week, she had been bitten, scratched, clawed at, kicked, and had been inches from death’s embrace more times than she'd like to admit.
Tonight was no different. A pack of five wolves had cowardly ambushed her as she slept. She was bleeding, limping from a savage bite to her back leg, three deep gashes raking down her spine to her ribs, and another brutal bite marring the back of her neck as one of the wolves had attacked her from behind.
She ran to the edge of the forest, a large mountain blocking her from going any further. She was done for, she wasn’t getting out of this one… The five wolves narrowed in, snarling, baring fangs, and snapping their teeth at her.
She curled into herself, growling low, shielding her vital organs. When they gathered to strike, she gave one final glance at the moon and closed her eyes in a silent farewell.
A deafening bang shattered the night.
Like a snap back to reality, she opened her eyes and saw a black figure shot once more. One of the wolves fell lifeless to the ground, blood pooling around it at a rapid pace.
The four remaining wolves turned to their attacker, fangs bare and claws out, ready to strike. Enid knew the poor human didn’t have a chance against four fully grown werewolves, yet she couldn’t take her eyes off her secret savior.
The figure moved swiftly, silver flashing as a knife buried itself between a wolf’s eyes, smoke hissing from its burning flesh as it howled in agony.
The rest of the wolves froze in place, growling lowly, making the whole ground vibrate.
The assailant launched themselves at another wolf, two daggers crisscrossed in front of its neck, slitting its throat open from ear to ear.
At this, one of the remaining wolves launched at the figure, but Enid was faster. She slammed a blow onto its muzzle, growling and clawing at the other wolf’s face, effectively ripping one of its eyes out.
The distraction gave the figure time to fire again. They pointed their shotgun at the blinded wolf, putting it out of its misery.
The last remaining wolf lunged from a bush and clamped its jaws on the figure’s arm. Their shotgun fell as bones cracked under the pressure.
They reached for their boot, without much success.
Enid’s eyes narrowed, giving one last push, she leapt, landing on the wolf’s back, her jaws fully locking around its neck. She wasn’t going to let go, not as blood flooded her mouth, dripping down to her chest, not as the wolf started to choke on its own blood, making gargling attempts of howls, not until it stopped moving completely when the figure drove a silver blade through its heart and twisted.
Then Enid froze when she realized that maybe this human wasn’t there to save her but to hunt her, as some sort of macabre trophy.
She backed away, hackles raised, as she saw the human approach her, bloody knife still in hand.
She winced at the smell of the silver burning her nose. That’s when a familiar scent hit her overstimulated nose…
She watched with curious eyes, trying to grasp a bit of her humanity back, trying to remember who this smell belonged to…
“Enid?” The figure called out softly, dropping the knife to her side and walking up to her cautiously.
Wednesday was bloodied, her arm was limp at her side, but her eyes were steady. Pain meant nothing now that she had found her…
Enid growled, taking a defensive stance as best as she could in her current state, then she sniffed again…and recognition struck, making her falter. She sat on her hind legs, tilting her head curiously. Was it really her?
Wednesday stopped halfway, staring at Enid, waiting for her to realize…
Enid’s eyes went wide as flashes of memories came to her mind. She got up and ran towards her, full force, eyes now glowing bright blue. Her massive wolf form melted away into the girl she once was, just as her body collided with Wednesday.
“Wens…day…” Her voice rasped, hoarse and unrecognizable from disuse.
Wednesday held her, wrapping her good arm around her naked form, shielding her from everything and anything watching. “I am here, Mon Cher.” The term of endearment slipped from her lips before she could stop herself.
Enid buried her face in her neck, nuzzling her scent gland, reveling in a scent she had thought she had lost forever. Her memories now flowing back like a steady river.
“I told you I would not have a problem hunting you down.” Wednesday teased, tears welling in her eyes. She pressed her cheek to the side of Enid’s head. “I…I am so happy to see you, Sinclair.”
Enid chuckled weakly; that voice and dryness she sometimes found annoying was now music to her ears. She pulled back enough to look straight into Wednesday’s eyes, “I…m…missed…y…you…so…much…”
They lingered for a moment, Wednesday taking in the face that had haunted her dreams day after day since she left, “I missed you too.”
Enid smiled. Her fangs glinted faintly, her hair a wild tangle of longer, dark-blond waves, the faded dye making her look feral and radiant. Wednesday thought she had never seen her more beautiful.
They leaned in, noses brushing, a giggle escaping Enid’s lips, and they kissed. Their hearts beating as one as they melted into each other’s arms at last.
…
Enid woke up a couple of days later, patched up and healing. Her body was slowly recovering from everything she had been through. “Wends?” She blinked at the sunlight beaming through the cabin window.
Wednesday stirred from where she had fallen asleep, her hand wrapped softly around Enid’s. “You are awake.” She squeezed her hand gently, fighting the urge to place kisses on it. “How are you feeling, Enid?”
Enid smiled gently, “Like I’m home at last…” And as if reading her mind, she lifted Wednesday’s hand and kissed it.
Wednesday’s cheeks flushed at the gesture, but she didn’t pull away. “It is good to see you are feeling better.” She managed to choke out, her throat suddenly dry.
Enid’s gaze fell on her arm, bound in thick bandages and a sling. A growl rumbled low in her chest at the sight of her…of Wednesday hurt, “He broke your arm…”
“And you ripped his throat open.” Wednesday replied, a rare smile adorned her features, “I think we can call it even.”
Enid chuckled. Of course, Wednesday would find that appealing. “How?”
“I had some help…” Wednesday, somehow knowing what she was asking, “Uncle Fester and Agnes were my aid.”
Enid looked around the room, trying to spot the people mentioned, “Where are they?”
“I sent them off to find food.” Wednesday replied sheepishly, “I…I wanted some alone time with you in case you woke up…” She confessed openly.
Enid reached out and tucked a stray strand of black hair behind Wednesday’s ear, slowly caressing the side of her face, “You were amazing back there. Thank you…for saving me.” She pulled closer and kissed her cheek, lingering at the smell of her scent.
Wednesday leaned into the touch, “When were you going to tell me?” She whispered timidly.
Enid blinked, pulling back to see her face, “Tell you what?”
“The real reason you ran that night,” Wednesday questioned, looking straight into her eyes.
Enid froze, then sighed deeply. Knowing exactly what she meant, “I…I didn’t know until a dug you out and…your scent…I couldn’t…didn’t know how to explain it to you…” She flashed her an apologetic smile, “I knew I was an Alpha, but I didn’t expect you to be my…”
“Your Omega…” Wednesday finished, “Enid…am I your mate?”
Enid nodded, “When you wolfed out in my body…I felt a shift, and when I got my body back, I sensed it, but it was your scent that confirmed it for me…”
“I was not supposed to be able to wolf out, was I?” Wednesday asked as her curiosity increased.
Enid just shook her head, “Not unless your mate is a wolf and they’re in danger…It’s rare but not unheard of.”
“Nothing has ever not been rare between us…” Wednesday murmured with the faintest smirk, making Enid beam, “Can I…can I hold you, Wends?”
Wednesday stood up and slipped her boots off, “Scoot over.” She nudged gently.
Enid didn’t need to be told twice. She moved back, giving Wednesday enough space to slide in. She wrapped Wednesday in her arms carefully, and their bodies fit like two puzzle pieces that had been thought lost.
Enid was content; she didn’t want to let Wednesday go, ever. She nuzzled the back of her neck, imprinting her mate’s scent, memorizing it forever. Then she snickered.
“What is so funny?” Wednesday asked.
“Nothing, just…you’re the little spoon, that’s all,” Enid answered between peppered kisses.
Wednesday rolled her eyes, backing up into Enid’s embrace and melting into her kisses. They lay there in comfortable silence for what seemed an eternity until both of them fell into a much-needed sleep. Minds full of light, hopeful dreams.
Fester and Agnes walked in on them sleeping in each other’s arms, later that morning. “I guess breakfast will have to wait for them.” Fester chuckled. “Come on, kiddo, let me teach you how to drive a getaway car.”
They both walked out laughing lightly, leaving the mated pair safely asleep in each other’s arms.
Their pack was whole once more, and this time, nothing would break their bond.