The days at Nevermore passed quickly, and with them, a growing sense of unease settled over Enid. A subtle, almost imperceptible transformation enveloped her. Her routine remained the same, but the mirror reflected a different image: taller, stronger, an unknown force that was taking shape in her muscles.
Initially, the discomfort manifested in her clothes. Jeans that were once loose now felt tight around her waist and legs. However, the change went beyond her wardrobe. Her shoulders, once delicate, broadened, and her arms grew stronger. Scars, once discreet reminders of past adventures, now stood out on her skin, as if her very flesh was reconfiguring itself.
Parallel to this physical transformation, Wednesday became a constant presence. Her eyes, watching her in silence, conveyed an intensity that Enid couldn't decipher. It was as if she was being analyzed, studied, measured.
Amid her growing confusion, Enid barely noticed Wednesday approaching with a measuring tape. Distracted in her room, trying to ignore the changes that troubled her, she felt the tape encircle her arm with an almost imperceptible gentleness. A shiver ran down her spine. She sensed that something was happening, but preferred to ignore the question that formed in her mind.
Her days continued, marked by the attempt to push away thoughts about the transformation. However, Wednesday's gaze, always present, intensified the tension. Enid felt like a subject of study, an experiment in progress.
The strength that manifested in her body became increasingly evident, and Enid's discomfort intensified. Taller, more muscular, she could no longer deny her own transformation. The feeling of it being just a phase, something temporary, dissipated, confronting her with the reality that she was becoming something different. Wednesday's gaze, increasingly attentive and precise, seemed to confirm her fears.
One day like any other, while Enid struggled to concentrate on her notes, the sound of the door opening alerted her. Without turning around, she knew who it was. Wednesday.
The brunette entered the room with her usual calm and, without a word, removed a measuring tape from her backpack. A shiver ran down Enid's spine, but her resistance had waned. Wednesday, with silent and precise movements, began to measure her height, waist, arms, and shoulders. The tape slid over her body as if it were performing a routine task, something natural and commonplace.
Enid remained motionless, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks and her heart pound in her chest. Wednesday's gaze, fixed on her, contained not judgment, but an intriguing fascination.
The following days witnessed an intensification of Enid's transformation. Her body, increasingly strange and familiar at the same time, displayed defined muscles and a strength that surprised her. Clothes became a constant nuisance, a reminder of the changes that were invading her.
Then, the day when Wednesday approached again arrived. Her expression, more serious than usual, carried a silent question. For a moment, her eyes scanned Enid's body, as if she were weighing something in her mind.
"Let's go outside," Wednesday said, breaking the silence with her direct and emotionless voice.
It was not a request, nor a suggestion. It was an affirmation, an implicit invitation to witness, to test something that went beyond observation.
Enid followed her, anticipation growing with each step. What did Wednesday want to test? What were her eyes searching for now?
At that moment, Enid had no answers, but she sensed that the transformation that awaited her was far from over.
The cold, dense air of Nevermore's garden enveloped the two young women. Enid, still trying to assimilate the changes that were assailing her, felt a growing nervousness. Wednesday, with her usual calm, observed her as if she were a subject of study, a specimen to be analyzed and cataloged.
"Enid," Wednesday's voice cut through the silence, cold and direct. "I want you to do two things. First: punch that tree. I want to see if you can uproot it. Second: there's a bag over there. It contains a 20-kilo stone. Throw it far away.",
Enid alternated her gaze between the imposing tree that stood in the center of the garden and the bag of stones. The proposal seemed absurd, unreal. She had already experienced the changes in her body, but this ... This seemed like too much.
"Why all this?" Enid asked, her voice laden with confusion and frustration. She felt that something grand was happening, but the fog that enveloped her mind prevented her from understanding the extent of the transformation.
Wednesday remained impassive, her gaze fixed on Enid, as if waiting for the answer to a silent question. Her eyes, cold and penetrating, conveyed the feeling that the girl in front of her was just another element in a complex experiment, a variable to be observed and measured.
"Because, since we returned from vacation, you have grown 15 centimeters. In two months. Your biceps have increased by 5 centimeters. Your muscle mass has increased by about 20 kilos," Wednesday paused, letting the weight of her words hang in the air. "You are muscular. Not excessively, but like a high-performance volleyball athlete. Your body is shaping itself. The changes are evident, but still controllable."
Hearing Wednesday describe her transformation in such a cold and scientific way made Enid feel even more displaced. It was as if she were a set of data, an equation to be solved, and not a person going through an inexplicable experience.
"So ... you want to test how strong I am now?" Enid asked, with a nervous laugh. Her eyes turned to the imposing tree and then to the 20-kilo bag.
"Exactly," Wednesday replied, with the same naturalness as always. The word "exactly" had never seemed so laden with mystery.
Enid frowned, but the curiosity that invaded her was stronger than any fear. She felt the heat of strength pulsing in her body, a new and intense sensation. The idea of uprooting the tree and throwing the stone seemed absurd, but at the same time, inevitable. And, when facing Wednesday, Enid knew that the brunette expected more than a demonstration of physical strength. She sought confirmation of something that her eyes had already captured.
Without saying anything else, Enid approached the tree. The tension in the air was palpable. She was not sure if she could uproot the tree from the ground, but, as she concentrated, she felt the force grow inside her with each passing second. Her body seemed to respond to an ancestral call, a dormant force that finally awakened.
With a precise blow, Enid struck the tree with all her might. The tree swayed violently, but remained firm in its place. However, Enid felt that something had changed within her. That punch, even without felling the tree, awakened a new awareness in her body. She was no longer the same.
Next, Enid moved away from the tree and headed towards the bag of stones. With surprising effort, she lifted it off the ground. The stone was heavy, but the force that propelled her seemed to have no limits. With a quick and fluid movement, Enid threw the bag away, feeling her muscles work in perfect synchronicity.
"Well done," Wednesday observed, with the same impassivity as always, as if she had just completed a routine assessment. Her gaze, however, as it scanned Enid's body, revealed a touch of fascination. "That was adequate. Although I expect that, over time, you will be able to do more. The initial test was satisfactory."
Enid took a deep breath, trying to assimilate the avalanche of events. Her eyes met Wednesday's, but the brunette was already moving away, returning to being the silent observer as always. Enid felt that there was something more between them, something that transcended physical changes. A deep connection that she could not decipher.
As her eyes fixed on the tree, still intact, Enid wondered what the future held for her.
Time passed almost imperceptibly for Enid and Wednesday. The study of Enid's changes, now more intense, had become a routine. It was a continuous experiment, marked by daily measurements, exhaustive physical tests, and meticulous observations of how her body reacted to different challenges. They cataloged everything: her ability to climb steep walls, her impressive speed, her superhuman strength to lift heavy objects or uproot young trees from the ground.
Every day, Enid became stronger, more capable, more ... different. Each measurement, each challenge overcome, deepened the mystery of her transformation. But, behind Wednesday's scientific coldness, Enid perceived a different gleam in the brunette's eyes. Fascination. A fascination that was not limited to data and graphs, but extended to her, to Enid. For Wednesday, Enid was not just an object of study, but rather an enigma to be deciphered.
As the days passed, Wednesday began to realize that she had reached a dead end. She had challenged Enid to climb the impossible, to run faster than any human being, to lift weights that would make a professional athlete question his own strength. But, over time, the tests became repetitive, monotonous. Enid had already exceeded all expectations, broken all records. There was nothing more to be measured, nothing to be discovered.
This emptiness, this lack of challenges, began to disturb Wednesday in a way that she could not admit. She found herself, suddenly, without questions, without data to collect. And, for the first time in her life, she felt something that she never imagined experiencing: a silent frustration, an uncomfortable void that made her question what she was really looking for when studying Enid. It was as if something was missing. And, no matter how much Wednesday tried to ignore it, the feeling of incompleteness consumed her more and more.
As Enid walked away from Wednesday, trying to deal with the growing confusion within her, the brunette found herself facing a dilemma. The study of Enid, which had previously consumed her completely, now left her with an uncomfortable emptiness. The routine of measurements and tests had become monotonous, with no new challenges in sight.
Enid, in turn, felt increasingly divided. The energy that pulsed in her body made her feel more alive than ever, but Wednesday's constant presence made her feel strange, as if she were trapped in an invisible cage. She moved away from the brunette, seeking refuge in other activities, but the connection between them was undeniable.
When they met, the tension was palpable. There was something more than science and measurements, something that Enid could not decipher. A growing attraction, an inexplicable connection that quickened her heart and clouded her mind. Wednesday's gaze left her exposed, as if the brunette could see through her soul.
Even trying to distance herself to deal with her own feelings, Enid could not avoid seeking Wednesday's gaze. There was curiosity, fascination, perhaps even the need to feel seen and understood. But, above all, there was the constant presence of the brunette in her life, a gravitational force that prevented her from moving away completely.
The truth was that, with each passing day, Enid felt more divided. She wanted to get closer to Wednesday, but feared the strange energy that enveloped them. How to deal with the presence of someone who seemed to know her transformation better than herself?
While Enid got lost in her own feelings, Wednesday found herself facing a dead end. Without new tests to propose, without data to analyze, she felt lost in a sea of notes about Enid. The emptiness consumed her, a feeling that she could not, or would not, admit.
Sitting at her desk, with her eyes fixed on a notebook of annotations about Enid, Wednesday felt a strange impulse. It was not a desire to measure or catalog, but rather a need to vent, to express something that she could not understand.
Instinctively, she turned to the only person who could give her some advice, even if it was someone who did not fully understand her.
"Thing," her voice was cold, but there was something broken inside her, something that she could not hide. "Do you ... do you think I'm being irrational? I always thought I would enter the hall of the insane in our family, and it makes me proud at the same time that it terrifies me to be so young and reach this milestone!"
Thing, Wednesday's skeletal hand, watched her attentively, although her expression was unreadable. Wednesday knew that Thing's response would not be conventional, but she needed some guidance.
The sentient hand signaled: "You seem ... confused, Master. I don't think my help is effective in this kind of thing."
Silence settled between them, as Wednesday drowned in her thoughts. There was no obvious solution, but there was something that she could not deny: she wanted to spend more time with Enid. She did not know how to explain why, but she felt a constant longing for those casual conversations, the silent provocations, and even the inexplicable proximity that existed between them.
It was irrational. It didn't make sense. Enid was a friend, a colleague, someone who was changing in an unrecognizable and mysterious way. But there was something more. Something that Wednesday didn't know if she could or should name.
The idea of talking to her parents made her hesitate. It was an absurd thought, something she would always avoid. But, after a whole day in which the feeling of emptiness didn't leave her in peace, she gave in.
In the following days, with her mind still clouded, Wednesday sat before the crystal ball. She hesitated, but finally touched the smooth surface. In an instant, the image of her parents appeared before her, immersed in a mystical glow. They looked as always, calm and serene, but with that touch of worry in their eyes.
"Wednesday, my child ..." Gomez said, smiling, although the expression on his face was more serious than usual. "What brings you to us?"
Wednesday took a deep breath, not knowing where to start. But there was no way to hide what was happening. She felt that something inside her was becoming clearer and clearer, but still, she didn't know what it was. It was an uncomfortable feeling, and she didn't like it.
"I ..." She hesitated, looking at her parents through the crystal ball. "I miss Enid. Being close to her. Not just in my experiments or tests. I miss the conversations, of ... of looking at her, of listening to her. I don't know what it means."
Morticia's eyes softened. She touched Gomez's shoulder, and they both looked at each other, as if they knew exactly what was happening, more than Wednesday could realize.
"Ah, my dear," Morticia said, with a lightness that surprised Wednesday. "Sometimes, our emotions are more complex than we imagine. You are beginning to realize what we already knew, but didn't want to admit."
Gomez, with a passionate fervor, interrupted:
"My dear Wednesday! (He grabbed Morticia's hand, kissing it passionately) Love is like a dark creature that hides in the shadows of our heart, waiting for the right moment to attack! It is a sweet poison that consumes us from within, leaving us at the mercy of its will! (He looked at Wednesday intensely) And you, my daughter, are being a victim of this attack! Allow this feeling to blossom in your heart, embrace the darkness of love and let it guide you to happiness!"
Morticia, with an enigmatic smile, added:
"Wednesday, my love, love is an indecipherable enigma, a labyrinth of emotions that leads us to unexpected places. Do not be afraid to get lost in this labyrinth, for it is there that you will find the true essence of your being."
Wednesday, perplexed by her parents' outburst of emotions, felt a lump in her throat. She hadn't expected that reaction, but somehow, their words comforted her. It was as if they had opened a door to a world of feelings that she had never explored.
The conversation with her parents left Wednesday even more confused. The idea of having feelings for Enid was absurd, but the truth is that her mind constantly took her back to her. That night, while plucking the strings of her cello, Wednesday realized that her parents were right. She was developing feelings for Enid. But were they feelings of love or just friendship?
Meanwhile, Enid felt restless, as if ants were crawling all over her body. The approach of the full moon intensified this feeling, but no other werewolf seemed to feel the same. Fortunately, the new headmaster of Nevermore, an elder and scholarly werewolf, realized that something was wrong with Enid and sought her out for a conversation.
"Enid, I've noticed that you've been showing signs of restlessness. Can I help you in any way?" the headmaster asked gently.
Enid, surprised by the attention, hesitated before answering.
"I ... I don't know what's happening to me. I feel strange, as if something is about to happen, but I can't understand what."
The headmaster nodded, understanding the situation.
"You are a blood moon werewolf, Enid. This means that your transformation is not influenced by the moon, but by someone you are irrevocably in love with. The distance from that person, especially after the second full moon that occurred right at the beginning of classes, with your second puberty where you are able to create your own family, hence the discomfort in the absence and this is torturous for you and your wolf."
Enid was stunned.
"So, all this ... is because of someone?" she asked, incredulous.
The headmaster smiled gently.
"Yes, Enid. And I know it well, because I am also a blood moon werewolf."
The headmaster's words echoed in Enid's mind as she processed the revelation. Now, she understood that her agitation was not just a passing phase, but a manifestation of her deep feelings.
Enid had always known who her "moon" was. From the moment she met Wednesday, she felt an inexplicable connection. She tried to comfort herself by being friends with the enigmatic gothic girl, with her eccentricity and unique fashion sense. Now, the headmaster's revelation confirmed what she already felt: she was irrevocably in love with Wednesday.
The initial shock gave way to a wave of complex feelings. Joy, for finally understanding what was happening to her. Confusion, for having fallen in love with someone so different from her. Fear, of rejection and how Wednesday would react to this news. But, above all, there was the certainty that she needed to protect Wednesday from any danger.
Enid spent hours thinking about how Wednesday would react to her confession. Would the brunette accept her as her "blood moon"? Or would she reject her, hurting her deeply? Enid did not want to risk Wednesday's friendship, which was so important to her.
With a heavy heart, Enid made a difficult decision. She would not tell Wednesday about her feelings. At least for now. She needed time to understand what she was feeling and to prepare for whatever the outcome might be.
Meanwhile, Wednesday continued her own journey of self-discovery. She knew that her feelings for Enid were real, but she still couldn't decipher them. Love was an unknown territory for her, and she felt lost and vulnerable.
The future was uncertain for both of them. Enid kept her secret, while Wednesday struggled to understand her feelings. But fate, as always, had its own plans.
Faced with the dilemma between declaration and gradual conquest, Enid opted for the second option. The invitation for Wednesday to spend the full moon with her seemed like the ideal opportunity. After all, the headmaster had not forced her to stay caged with the other werewolves.
The preparation for the invitation was meticulous. Enid chose a sprig of sweet myrtle, a plant with lanceolate and shiny leaves that exude a pleasant aroma when rubbed. It was a simple gift, but full of meaning.
When Wednesday returned from her time with the bees, Enid stood up, the sprig of myrtle in her hands, and with a gentle smile, said:
"Wednesday, I know you're not a fan of crowds and noise, and the full moon is approaching. I was thinking ... How about we spend the night together?"
Enid paused, watching Wednesday's reaction.
"We could camp in the forest, near the lake."
She held out the sprig of myrtle.
"I know you like to observe nature, and this is a perfect opportunity!"
Enid smiled, hoping Wednesday would accept her invitation.
"Besides," she added, "we could take advantage of the full moon to measure what my wolf is capable of doing. I know you like to study the body and its reactions, and this would be a perfect opportunity for you to get some data that no one else has."
Wednesday, her mind racing, did not expect that invitation. On the outside, she remained impassive, but on the inside, a smile formed. The idea of spending the full moon with Enid intrigued her. It was an opportunity to get closer to the girl who fascinated her in so many ways.
Enid, seeing Wednesday's indecipherable expression, felt shame take over her. She blushed slightly and stammered:
"Of course ... If you want, right? You don't have to accept if you're not in the mood."
Wednesday, noticing Enid's nervousness, softened her expression and replied in a gentle tone:
"I would love to, Enid."
Finally, the day of the full moon arrived, Enid and Wednesday ventured into the forest, finding an isolated place where Enid could transform. The transformation took place under Wednesday's watchful eye, who found herself captivated by the fusion of brute force and grace that Enid displayed. Even in her wolf form, there was a spark of humanity in Enid's movements, as if each action was guided by a sagacious mind.
Wednesday, with her fascination for the unknown, could not take her eyes off Enid. With each test, the wolf surprised her, defying her expectations. Her eyes gleamed with adrenaline, her expression focused, but adorned with a touch of sweetness - a perfect balance between strength and tenderness.
With her notebook in hand, Wednesday recorded every detail with surgical precision. Enid's mind, the wolf's struggle for control, the influence of the human form on the beast ... every nuance was a new discovery.
At the end of the tests, Enid, exhausted, snuggled next to Wednesday. The tension that hung in the air dissipated, and Enid transformed back, carefully and modestly. But there was something different in her eyes - a silent connection. Wednesday felt that something was forming between them, something that mingled with the darkness of the night.
"You were amazing," Wednesday said, her voice full of admiration.
Enid smiled, a smile that conveyed complicity and made Wednesday's heart pound - an unusual and disconcerting sensation for the most rational Addams.
"I warned you," Enid replied, with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "But you too, didn't you? You knew how to handle the wolf better than I expected."
The irony was evident, but so was the admiration. Wednesday realized that she had discovered something more than the abilities of an extraordinary creature. Perhaps, inadvertently, she had found her own way to ... something more. And she didn't know if she was ready for that.
But of one thing Wednesday was certain: Enid was the only one capable of captivating the heart of an Addams.</p
After the night of the full moon, routine returned to Nevermore, but the dynamic between Enid and Wednesday had been transformed. The silence in the library was no longer the same, now carrying a palpable tension. Wednesday dedicated her afternoons to her notes, while Enid struggled to keep up with classes, but her thoughts often wandered to the figure of the gothic girl beside her.
An invisible force field kept them apart, with glances that crossed only briefly, fearing that the exchange could break the barrier that separated them. Enid felt her breath catch when her eyes met Wednesday's, but she quickly looked away, as if she couldn't bear the intensity of the moment.
Wednesday, in turn, felt a growing tingling with each meeting of eyes, as if something uncontrollable was about to happen. She also looked away, but not before feeling a tightness in her chest, a sensation that made her question whether, at some point, she had lost control of the situation. The warmth of Enid's skin, when their hands brushed, disturbed her in an inexplicable way.
Enid, even trying to deny it, knew what was happening. Her heart raced with each approach to Wednesday, her eyes followed every movement of the girl, and her gestures, once so spontaneous, were now lost in shyness. The devotion was evident in her words, but the forced smile and hesitant phrases betrayed the insecurity that consumed her.
Wednesday, in turn, seemed oblivious to Enid's feelings, or perhaps preferred to ignore them. Their conversations were limited to academic subjects, as if nothing else existed between them. This distance made Enid feel smaller and smaller, as if her feelings were not important to Wednesday.
And yet, the hope that something would change still persisted in her heart.
The idea of losing Enid to someone else, even if it was just a vague feeling, turned into a silent storm inside Wednesday. Watching Enid from afar, chatting animatedly with another werewolf, the sparkle in her eyes and the light laughter that hung in the air sounded like a subtle threat. Every word exchanged seemed like a reminder of something that was beginning to slip through her fingers.
If she delayed any longer, if she did nothing, Enid could be more than a friend. She could be something ... distant. Something she would never reach. And the thought of losing Enid to another made the pain grow, a pain that was not new, but that intensified with each passing second.
The anger, once dormant, pulsed in her chest. Her initial instinct was to challenge the other wolf to a duel. Let them throw sharp words, claws and teeth, as a clear warning that Enid was hers and hers alone. She could easily give him the answer he deserved. But something inside her - something ancestral, that had nothing to do with direct confrontation - made her hesitate. A wolf of her own kind would never have what he deserved in a duel where the only possible victory would be the silence of death. It wasn't worth it. Not yet.
But then, something lit up in her mind with the snap of a thought, as if a familiar pattern formed before her eyes. The signs were there. Clear. There was no way to ignore them.
The pain, the tingling ... The longing that Enid caused her in every touch, in every smile. The emptiness that tightened every time she felt her laughter echoing in the corridors. It was as if she was being devoured from the inside, and the worst of all was that, even in pain, she wanted more. And, even worse, she knew what it meant.
Thing, with his wisdom of ancient creatures, had once told her about the weight of what it meant to be from her family. "A curse, my dear," he had said, "that never breaks, but that molds, that demands." Now, Wednesday understood what that really meant. She wasn't just in love. She was marked by necessity, by obligation. Something ancestral, a desire that spanned generations.
The idea came with the clarity of a scream in a tomb: she couldn't lose Enid. Wednesday didn't allow herself weaknesses or indecisions. Her feelings for Enid were real, or at least what she chose to believe they were, and there was no room for doubt. An Addams doesn't date. She courts. She transforms desire into firm intention, an unbreakable commitment.
In Wednesday's mind, Enid's future was sealed. She wouldn't allow any wolf, or any other being, to approach to take what was already hers by right. There was no time to waste. Marriage would be the only way to make it definitive. It was no longer a choice, but a necessity.
Her plan needed to be perfect. Without flaws, without hesitations. Enid deserved something worthy of her nature - something radiant, a contrast that only an Addams could offer. Wednesday didn't just want to demonstrate her desire, but rather that Enid feel that, by choosing to be by her side, she would make a choice without regrets. She knew what she was doing. An Addams always knows.
When it came to Enid, every detail required precise planning. Wednesday spent days imagining the ideal scenario, the one that would make Enid's eyes shine with something beyond surprise: admiration, the recognition of the grandeur of the offer she was about to make.
Firstly, Enid's obsession with pop concerts intrigued her. Enid's inner wolf, with its raw intensity, surrendered to that vibrant and joyful energy. Without hesitation, Wednesday bought tickets for a concert near Jericho. An event where lights and sounds would be as intense as the storm of feelings that accumulated within her. There, for the first time, she would allow herself to be part of a world so vibrant and effervescent. And, of course, Enid's presence by her side would make everything possible.
Next, with surgical precision, she reserved the restaurant that Enid had mentioned so fondly, the "romantic" one, as she called it. The dishes, the soft lighting, the cozy atmosphere ... everything would fit perfectly into her idea of courtship. Wednesday imagined Enid, with her bright eyes and smile illuminating everything around her, in the center of that atmosphere. A luminous companion for a dark Addams.
And finally, she went to the flower field. Even though her appreciation for flowers was limited, she understood that, for Enid, those colors represented something fundamental. Something that she, being of her lineage, didn't fully understand, but could respect. The chosen flowers were a contrast between Enid's vivacity and the immutable nature of her own soul. A bouquet with the most intense colors, to give Enid a symbol of something that she had never offered to anyone: the promise of being willing to get lost in that colorful universe, even if for a brief moment.
Now, in her dorm, Wednesday waited. The silence of the night enveloped her, except for the sound of her heart, which intensified with each minute. When Enid arrived, everything would be ready. Every detail, every action carefully orchestrated to show that, despite her dark and fierce nature, she could be the partner of a sunny human. Wednesday was ready to make Enid not just her friend, but her companion - undeniably, intensely and eternally.
Wednesday didn't know what Enid would think. But one thing she knew for sure: an Addams never hesitates.