Enid came back different and Wednesday noticed immediately. Not with alarm but with newfound interest.
She was taller now. Her hair was shorter, deliberately tousled, as if she had stopped trying to tame it. Her shoulders had broadened, her arms toned in a way that suggested survival rather than aesthetics.
Wednesday’s gaze caught, lingering a bit too long before she corrected it.
“Sorry!” Enid yelped, grabbing the doorframe to steady herself.
The wood cracked under her palm.
She froze. “Oh. Not another one...”
Wednesday’s eyes flicked to the splintered frame, then back to Enid, slowly and assessing. “Noted.” She walked past her and into their dorm as if nothing about this was alarming.
Enid chuckled nervously and adjusted her glasses, the frames sliding down her nose. “Everything feels more intense. Like my body skipped the tutorial and went straight to hard mode.”
She stepped farther in, setting down Wednesday’s suitcase near her desk, misjudging the distance, and hitting the chair. It toppled, making books slide off the desk.
“Shit!” She blurted, scrambling to catch the books she had just sent skidding across the floor. Her longer limbs did not listen to her yet, all angles and strength without grace. She adjusted her glasses again, cheeks warm. “I swear I’m not usually this clumsy.”
Wednesday crouched, collecting the fallen books with deliberate calm. She put them back on her desk one by one, studying the way Enid’s fingers twitched, how her weight shifted like she was always bracing for a threat that never came.
“You are restraining yourself,” Wednesday said.
“Your body remembers being a predator,” she continued. “Your mind has not caught up.”
Enid laughed, a little embarrassed. “Yeah. I keep breaking things. Doors. Cups. A sink. Do not tell Bianca.”
Wednesday stood. “Those glasses.”
“Oh.” Enid touched the bridge of them. “They help. Everything is quieter with them on. Less…sharp.”
Wednesday stepped closer. Too close for someone who claimed disinterest in personal space.
“And without them?” She asked in a lower tone.
Enid hesitated. “I don’t wear them all the time. Like, not when I run or when I fence or when I…” She stopped herself. “There’s been…a lot of change.”
Wednesday reached out. Her hands at each side of Enid’s face in a silent request.
Enid swallowed nervously and nodded.
Wednesday carefully removed her glasses.
The change was immediate.
Enid’s posture shifted, spine straightening and breath deepening as her pupils dilated. Her gaze snapped into focus, locking onto Wednesday with unnerving precision. She inhaled sharply, like she had just surfaced from underwater.
“Wednesday,” she warned softly. “I can hear your heartbeat.”
“Fascinating,” Wednesday replied, unmoving.
Enid’s hands curled at her sides, fighting instinct. “You smell different up close.”
Wednesday tilted her head and smirked. “Do I unsettle you?”
“No,” Enid said, honest and breathless. “You…reel me in.”
Silence stretched as the air felt charged and dangerous.
Wednesday took a step closer, placing the glasses back onto Enid’s face.
Enid exhaled a shaky breath, her shoulders sagging and the wild edge receding. She laughed weakly. “See? This is why I need supervision.”
Wednesday didn’t move away.
“On the contrary,” she said, voice low, almost reverent, “I believe I am the one who needs supervision…”
Enid flushed, smiling despite herself. “You’re really into this whole…terrifying werewolf thing, huh?”
Wednesday’s lips curved, dark and fond. “Madly.”
TW: 17+ from here on. They’re 17-18 y/o. It’s not explicit just 17+.
The word had barely left Wednesday’s mouth when something sharp flickered behind Enid’s lenses.
It wasn’t subtle. Like something snapping into place. Enid’s breath hitched, too deep, too fast.
Wednesday noticed immediately but before she could say anything, Enid moved.
One second she was standing there, flushed and flustered, the next she had surged forward and was pushing Wednesday back, momentum sending her stumbling until the back of her knees hit the edge of the bed. She fell onto it with a soft gasp, her coat fanning out beneath her.
Enid froze the instant it happened. Her hands braced on either side of Wednesday as the mattress dipped beneath their weight. Their faces were close enough that Wednesday could feel the warmth of her breath. The scent of pine, cinnamon, and something undeniably wolfish rolled off her skin.
For a heartbeat, neither of them moved.
Enid swallowed hard and reached up, fingers shaking as she loosened her necktie, tugging it just enough to give her space to breathe. Then, she ripped her glasses off and threw them aside.
There was a fire in her eyes Wednesday had never seen before. “Do you know,” Enid said quietly, voice rough around the edges, “that you shouldn’t poke a wolf with a stick?”
Wednesday’s pulse was loud in her ears yet she didn’t look away. “I was conducting an experiment,” she replied, breathless despite herself.
Enid huffed a laugh that sounded dangerously close to a growl. “That’s dangerous.” She leaned in, forehead hovering just shy of Wednesday’s, hands curling into the fabric of her coat as if restraining herself.
Their breaths were jagged, heavy and electric. One wrong movement from disaster.
“When have I ever run from danger?” Wednesday replied huskily and that’s all it took. Enid lost it. She closed her eyes and leaned into Wednesday’s space, kissing her desperately. She caught her lower lip between her teeth, sucking on the plush, supple skin.
Wednesday kissed back just as ferociously, her hands digging into Enid’s hair, pulling her closer with desire. She slid her tongue inside, savoring every moment.
Enid’s grip tightened around Wednesday’s back, pulling them flush together. Her claws inches longer than before. Her lips moved from Wednesday’s to her jawline, kissing, biting and sucking bruises into her skin.
Her fangs elongated as Wednesday bared her neck daring her to take the plunge. Enid huffed, her nose grazing her pulse point, the blood running through Wednesday’s veins beckoning her to mark…to claim…
Enid took in a deep breath, “We need to stop,” she said, forcing the words out. “Before this…escalates.”
For a long second, Wednesday said nothing. Her pulse beating frantically, her breath coming in rapid pace.
Then she nodded once, sharp and precise, even as her fingers tightened around Enid’s lower back.
“Y…yes,” she said, voice unsteady in a way she did not bother to hide. “I…you are right.”
Enid pulled back immediately, lying beside her, putting distance between them as if it physically hurt to do so. She grabbed her glasses and put them back on, inhaling until the wild edge dulled.
They laid there, shaken, breathing the same air but no longer touching.
Wednesday sat up, adjusting her clothes with deliberate care.
Neither of them mentioned how close they had come, nor did they pretend it had not meant something.
