Part 2: Aftermath

On Monday morning, after turning her alarm off, Addison made her way to her bathroom to take a shower before school and begin getting ready for the day. In addition to the normal makeup she usually wore, she redrew the werewolf symbol on her cheek after putting her grandma's moonstone necklace on––her moonstone necklace. When doing her hair, she decided to do something more similar to her normal hairstyle rather than something like how the werewolves styled her hair. She also made sure her hair would cover her ears. However, she did add a few extra braids like she had when the werewolves styled her hair.

After finishing her hair and makeup, Addison looked to her eyes in her reflection as she made them glow yellow. She still found herself not fully believing she was part werewolf as she returned her eyes to normal.

While picking out what to wear for the day, Addison debated on whether or not to stick with her normal style, but decided against it. She'd mix Seabrook style with werewolf style. Addison decided to wear the purple vest with grey fur the werewolves gifted her over a blue shirt with blue skinny jeans and a pair of dark boots which were also a gift from the werewolves.

"Are you part of a rock band or something?" Addison's dad, Dale, asked as she sat down to eat breakfast with her parents a few minutes later.

"No. I just like this style," Addison answered, not totally ready to tell her parents about her discovery and the secrets her grandma kept from them all. As she ate and talked with her parents, Addison made sure to keep her fangs and ears hidden from them.

Soon, Addison was on her way to school without her parents suspecting she was keeping anything from them.

As Addison went to drop things off at her locker, Bree was the first person to greet her. "Hey, Addy. How was your weekend? Also, I love the werewolf-y vest and boots."

"Thanks," Addison replied. "My weekend was good," she answered, not yet turning to face Bree as she took a few things from her locker. "I actually found out something pretty interesting about my family this weekend."

"What?" Bree questioned.

"I really am a werewolf," Addison replied, turning around and smiling to show Bree her fangs. "Or part werewolf. My great-grandpa was one," she explained.

"Wow," Bree spoke, her eyes wide. "But how come you didn't change the first time you put the moonstone on?"

"The symbol," Addison answered, pointing to the mark on her cheek. "I needed this to be able to actually become a werewolf. Anyway, how was your weekend?" she asked, closing her locker as they began making their way to class.

"Not as exciting as your weekend," Bree replied with a laugh. "Bonzo and I went out for dinner after the game Friday and spent some time studying on Saturday, but nothing else much," Bree shrugged.

Addison nodded. As the two walked to class, she ignored the comments she heard people making about her werewolf style clothes in the same way she ignored the comments the first time she went to school with that style.

At lunch, Addiosn sat at a table with Zed, Eliza, Bonzo, Bree, Wyatt, Willa, and Wynter. She filled those who didn't already know about her werewolf heritage what she discovered the night before.

"So you're not the great alpha, but you are part werewolf?" Willa summarized after Addison finished her explanation.

"Yeah," Addison agreed. "And I hope you don't mind that I'm wearing the vest and boots the pack gave me," she added.

"No, that's fine. It looks good mixed with Seabrook style," Willa offered a smile.

"You could always spice it up with more werewolf clothes," Wynter added.

"If you all don't mind," Addison replied.

Willa waved Addison off to show she didn't mind Addison embracing werewolf style since she was part wolf.

"The fangs take a little getting used to though," Addison spoke after a couple more minutes of trying to eat with them.

"You don't really notice them when you've had them basically your whole life," Wynter spoke.

"You'll get used to them," Wyatt confirmed.

"Thanks," Addison replied as the group fell into a few more minutes of silence.

"What I find kind of weird," Eliza began following the few minutes of silence. "Is that Addison is the only one in her family whose 'werewolf-ness' showed up. Her mom and uncle look fully human and Bucky does too," Eliza spoke. There was a slight pause as the eight considered Eliza's words and turned back to their lunches until Bucky approached the table. "Speak of the devil," Eliza muttered under her breath.

"Addison!" Bucky spoke, walking up behind her and wearing a light blue suit––wearing suits being something he decided to do as student body president.

"What's up, Cuz?" Addison asked without fully facing him.

"Why are you wearing that vest?" he questioned.

Addison shrugged as she turned to face Bucky. "I wanted to," she answered.

"Um, Cuz, what's with your teeth?"

"Oh, these?" Addison asked, smiling so her fangs were on full display to Bucky.

"Wow!" Bucky exclaimed, stepping back a little in surprise. "Where'd those come from?"

Addison couldn't help but smile more. "Grandma Wilma, technically. Or maybe Great-Grandpa Weston," she answered.

"What?"

"Great-Grandpa Weston was a werewolf. Grandma Wilma was a half werewolf. Somehow, I'm the only one in the family after her with any wolf in them. I found out about it in her diary when I was reading it last night for my class project," Addison explained.

Bucky shook his head. "No, no. Our family is perfect. Grandpa Ben would have known if Grandma Wilma was a werewolf."

"She spent her whole life hiding it. It's in her diary, Bucky. I'm part werewolf. It doesn't show up in you, but it shows up in me with my white hair," Addison said, picking up a section of her hair to try and further prove her point.

Bucky fell silent. He didn't know what to say or how to respond. "I'm not one of them," Bucky spoke.

"That's fine. You don't have to be, but I am," Addison spoke. "This is really me."

Bucky was again silent. He'd gone over to Addison to confront her about her vest. He planned to try and demand she take it off. She was cheer captain, not a werewolf. But Addison was––as much as he didn't want to admit it. He was finally beginning to realize that he didn't control her life. "Okay," Bucky agreed. "See you later, Cuz," he finished before heading back to his own lunch table.

"That went much better than I expected it to," Bree commented.

"Right!" Addison agreed.

"If he did get upset, you could attack him with your claws!" Wynter exclaimed, earning wide eyed stares from her friends. "Too much?" she questioned.

"Too much," Willa agreed.

"Or maybe it is a good point. If Bucky gets mad or too controlling, I'll just wolf-out a little," Addison winked.

"You're good at getting Bucky to listen without any extra help on a normal day," Zed added. "But if you do, I want to see his reaction," he grinned.

"I'll make sure to pull out my phone and record it," Addison joked as the group's lunch continued.

Although Addison hadn't made comments to those outside her closest friends about her werewolf ancestry, the news that she had fangs and was a werewolf quickly spread through the school after lunch.

By the time cheer practice began, the whole squad seemed to know that Addison was a werewolf––or at least suspected it. "Are you really a werewolf?" one of the freshmen on the cheer squad asked.

"Sort of," Addison answered. "My great-grandpa was one. My grandma, his daughter, had wolf characteristics, but hid it and my mom and uncle never showed any signs of being werewolves."

"Okay. Cool," he spoke.

Addison smiled at his willingness to accept that she was part werewolf. "Are we ready to get practice started?"

"Za!" Bonzo exclaimed excitedly. Most everyone else gave non-verbal replies as practice got underway.

CHCHCH

"How'd practice go today?" Zed asked when he met up with Addison once both of their practices finished Monday afternoon. "Was anyone upset that you're a werewolf?"

"Surprisingly, no."

"Good. Must be because they know how awesome you are and that it's what's on the inside that counts," Zed spoke, placing a kiss on the top of Addison's head.

"How was your practice?" Addison asked with a smile as they began walking out of school.

Zed shrugged. "Pretty normal practice," he answered.

"No zom-boost needed?"

Zed shook his head. "Those days are behind us. Only zom-boosts are going to be in emergencies like getting the moonstone for the werewolves."

"I'm glad to hear that," Addison replied, reaching to take Zed's hand and intertwining their fingers. They walked in silence for several minutes on their way to Addison's house until she let out a long sigh.

"What's wrong?" Zed asked.

"What?" Addison asked, having been miles away in her mind.

"The sigh. What are you thinking about?"

"I haven't told my parents anything about being part werewolf," she began after taking a deep breath. "How do I tell Mom that Grandma lied to her and hid stuff from her for her entire life?"

"Hey," Zed spoke, stopping so he could face Addison and take her other hand in his. "It's not your fault your grandma never told your mom or uncle that your great-grandpa was a werewolf. You're just the one who discovered it all," Zed finished.

Addison let out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding in. Zed's words helped calm her mind. "Thanks," she spoke, offering Zed a smile. "I needed that."

"My pleasure," Zed smiled. The two shared a quick kiss before continuing on their way to Addison's house. As they stood on Addison's front porch before Zed headed home, the two again shared a quick kiss.

Addison's parents had yet to get home from work, so she got to work doing her homework in her room as she waited for them to return. When she heard her parents arrive, she knew the time had come. Addison couldn't keep her family's ancestry from them anymore so she picked her grandma's diary up and made her way downstairs.

"Mom, Dad," Addison called. "There's something I need to talk to you about."

"What is it, Darling?" Addison's mom, Missy, asked. She and her husband, Dale, were already in the kitchen getting dinner ready.

"Grandma Wilma kept a secret from the whole family. From Grandpa Ben too," she added, still making sure to keep her fangs hidden.

"What do you mean?" Dale asked as Addison made it to the kitchen and stood across from her parents.

"I mean I sort of figured out the reason my hair is white," Addison began. "It's because Great-Grandpa Weston was a werewolf and Grandma Wilma a half werewolf. I'm the only one since her to have any wolf traits," Addison explained, now smiling and showing her parents her fangs.

"What?" Dale was the first to react after several long seconds of silence.

"I'm part werewolf," Addison repeated. "Technically Mom is too."

"That's impossible," Missy spoke. "Take those fake teeth out."

"Mom, these are real," Addison spoke, reaching to pull at one of her fangs to show they were real. "It's all in Grandma's diary," she explained, holding it out to her mom. "This is her moonstone necklace. I found it all in her stuff last night while working on my family history project."

"No. Our family is normal. My mom wouldn't have kept this from me."

"It's true," Addison insisted as Missy took the diary from her.

Missy began skimming through the diary and her face fell as she read the pages. She stepped back to rest against the counter. "I can't believe it," she spoke.

"It's true?" Dale asked.

"Dad, I already said it was."

"I'm sorry. It's just hard to wrap my head around," he replied.

"But why did it show up again in you and not me?" Missy questioned somewhat rhetorically, knowing none of them had the answer.

Addison shrugged. "Just keep in mind that putting the monster laws in place ever again doesn't just mean they'll be in place for the zombies and werewolves. It means you'll ostracize your daughter too," she spoke before turning to head back to her room.

For several minutes after she left, Dale and Missy found themselves staring in the direction Addison had gone. "She's right," Missy said. "About everything. My mom, those laws. I'm going to do away with them completely so they can never be reinstated."

"Okay," Dale agreed. "I'll take care of dinner tonight. I know this is a big shock and I want you to have time to look at your mom's diary," he continued.

"Thank you, Dear," Missy smiled, placing a kiss on Dale's cheek as she headed towards the living room to dive into her mom's diary.

The remainder of the night for the Wells family continued as it would most any other night. Although knowing about the werewolf heritage on Missy's side of the family was a shock, it didn't change who she was nor did it change who Addison was. She was their daughter who stood up for everyone whether they were human, werewolf, zombie, or something in between.

CHCHCH

On Tuesday morning before classes started, Addison quickly sought Zed out to let him know that telling her parents had gone relatively well. She was also excited to share that her mom decided that the monster laws should be completely abolished.

CHCHCH

The remainder of the week continued as normal. However, the following Monday night, while Dale and Missy were at a city council meeting, Addison was pulled from her homework by a knock at the door. Furrowing her brow, Addison cautiously made her way to the front door to see who was over. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw it was Bucky and not a stranger.

"Bucky, what are you doing here?" Addison questioned as she opened the door.

Bucky took a deep breath. "Since finding out that Great-Grandpa Weston was a werewolf, I've been wondering if I could be one like you. I know I denied it and don't have the white hair or anything," he began trailing off. "I've tried to push the thought from my mind and ignore it, but I need to know," he finished, stepping inside and closing the door.

Addison nodded. "All right. Come to my room," she said, motioning for Bucky to follow her. In her room, she took the moonstone necklace off and placed it in Bucky's hands. "You need to start by putting this on," she explained. After passing the necklace to Bucky, Addison made her way to her makeup table where she kept the ink box.

"What now?" Bucky asked after securing the necklace.

"Come here," Addison instructed. Bucky nodded and went to stand in front of Addison. She began carefully drawing the symbol on his cheek. In the past week, she'd discovered that there were different symbols that could be drawn for the full werewolf transformation, but for the most part, she stuck with the one her grandma wrote about. "Now try to wolf-out," Addison spoke after she finished drawing the symbol on Bucky's cheek.

"Um, okay," Bucky said. "Grr!" he exclaimed, jumping at Addison and holding his hands out as he had seen the werewolves do before when they were preparing to fight or defend their territory. "Am I?" Bucky asked.

Addison shook her head. "Nothing's happened yet."

"Eyes, glow," Bucky instructed, blinking hard then opening his eyes. "Anything?" he asked, looking over to Addison and meeting her eyes.

Addison again shook her head. "Looks like you're the same Bucky you've always been. My favorite cousin," she said, stepping forward to give Bucky a hug.

"I'm your only cousin. Your dad's an only child," Bucky teased as he hugged Addison back.

"Exactly," Addison replied.

Bucky laughed as the two separated from their hug. He took the moonstone necklace off and placed it back around Addison's neck.

"So, how do you feel knowing you're not a werewolf?"

"I don't know why, but I had almost hoped I was one too," Bucky began. "Although part of me is relieved to not be one," he finished.

"The people who know and love you won't care either way. We'll all still love you."

"Even though it was surprising to discover that you're part werewolf, I'll always love you too, Cuz," Bucky replied. "You know that, right?"

"I do know that. And thanks," Addison replied as the two made their way out of her room. "There anything else you wanted to talk about?"

Bucky shook his head. "I knew Aunt Missy and Uncle Dale were out and I guess I didn't want them to know why I was coming over," he answered. "Anyway, the cheer team did great on Friday. The new routine was really cool."

"Thanks. That means a lot coming from you."

"If you ever need help with anything," Bucky trailed off.

"I'll make sure to ask Mom," Addison smirked.

"Love you, Cuz," Bucky said, giving Addison another hug.

"Love you too," Addison replied as Bucky headed out.

CHCHCH

By the time Addison turned in her assignment about family history and heritage, the whole school already knew she was part werewolf. Although some people who had always been wary around werewolves also acted weird around her now, most everyone easily accepted the fact that she was part werewolf. Most everyone's willingness to accept Addison stemmed from the fact that people in Seabrook started to get over themselves with the integration of zombies.

Although some parts of Addison's life were different, not all that much changed. She knew who she was and she was perfectly happy being herself.

A/N: Thanks everyone for reading the second part of this story.

In case anyone was wondering, the wikia lists Wells as Addison's last name which is why I used it as such in this story. I also imagine that Bucky has a soft spot for Addison, always has and always will which is why he sort of relents so easily finding out that she is a werewolf.

Again, I'd love to know what you thought if you do so respectfully. Thanks again for reading.

-CrazyHayniac