Multi-colored claws tore through the wooden structure of the shed door, causing it to splinter into pieces and dig themselves into Xavier's skin. He ducked back, screaming at the sudden intrusion. The paintbrush he'd been using fell from his fingers, clattering to the floor along with the easel as a large golden wolf jumped onto Xavier, claws, and teeth digging themselves into his skin, ripping through his body with ease. The beast wasn't gentle, making a mess within the small shed with its size and path of anger-fueled destruction. As the wolf ate the now silent artist, Wednesday stepped into the shed first, dark eyes wandering into every corner of the gallery of paintings. They grimaced, scoffing to themselves while they walked, the fallenstick crushed underneath their boots.

"It seemed my guess was correct, Xavier had an infatuation with not only me but our monster as well." The golden wolf snarled when she heard it, lifting her head and nuzzling against Wednesday's shoulder with a bloody maw. They didn't seem to mind, as they smiled and kissed her nose, taking her head carefully into their hands and brushing fingers through her fur.

"You did perfectly, Il mio piccolo lupa." Their cheeks were covered in blood after they pressed kiss after kiss against their wolf's snout, the hulking beast relaxing in their touch and releasing a growl that sounded like a content purr.

"Let me give her some love! She deserves it after getting rid of that creep." Tara was quick to join Wednesday in praising the happy werewolf, leaving Amber to explore the shed. She looked around curiously, about to look through Xavier's bag when her foot knocked against something.

"What's this?" She knelt, pushing the easel away and picking up the abandoned canvas, leaning it against the wall on one of the tables to look at it better, she paused when she saw it, blushing at the intimate moment the canvas portrayed. It was them, them right now, Wednesday and Tara were with Enid, the three of them covered in blood and not minding at all, They were in the foreground, meanwhile Amber was in the back, staring at a painting. This very painting. She swallowed, her throat feeling dry all of a sudden. Her fingers twitched, and she reached for her knife, unsure if she should give in to the thought of tearing the canvas apart or keeping it locked away from her lovers, hiding it as a secret only for herself. Then, her hand before she could truly decide, tore through the canvas with ease, ripping through the tightly bound fabric and ruining the painting. There were splatters of blood on it, but she didn't care much about that, kicking it and stomping on the frame to make sure the damn thing was broken.

Amber continued until she felt like she was safe, turning to look at her loves and blinking owlishly at the looks she was given before she noticed a beautiful charcoal drawing of Wednesday.

"Oh, I'm keeping that!"

Amber spun the cap of her beer in her hands, leaning back against Tara, who was sitting on a log above her. Amber grinned, her feet bare and sitting in the cold water.

"Come on Tar-Bear! Get in the water with me!" Amber giggled, looking at Tara, who seemed a little uncomfortable with the bottle in her hands. She hadn't even opened it and looked over to the Addams family, seeming surprised they were letting them drink.

"Are you sure it's a good idea Wends?" Enid was leaning against Wednesday, her bottle of beer empty and having fallen to the dirty sand, almost ending up in the water if Amber hadn't grabbed it in time.

"Of course it is, you shouldn't be surprised Xavier has been doing things like this. I didn't think stalking was his forte, but I've recently seen pieces of art he's made of me."

Enid's blushing face grew pale as she released a growl, leaning into Wednesday's side and holding tightly onto their arm. The Addams heir didn't mind it, continuing to sip at the mostly empty bottle of beer.

"Perhaps you can kill him before he does anything else?" They suggested, a wide smile forming on their face as they kissed the top of Enid's head. Quietly, the wolf nodded and hummed softly, her nails already beginning to lengthen into claws. Wednesday grinned, their dimples on display as their wolf transformed for them. It was a beautiful sight, the entire Addams family watching with batted breath and cheering for the young wolf.

"Oh fuck yeah! Let's do it!" Amber stood up on Shakey's legs, cheering excitedly and laughing as Tara got up, using her shoulders as support. Bringing beer over to the lake had been a great idea.

Wednesday could feel the shared excitement from their mates, Amber's grip on her knife tightening, Tara was making the call this time since she'd always wanted to try it. Squeezing her hand gently and passing the phone to her, they nodded in encouragement. Amber was hovering behind them, giving Tara a thumbs up. They waited with barely restrained excitement, Wednesday glancing at Amber and at the way she held her knife, her hand shaking and ready to strike. Perhaps it was a habit, but Wednesday knew what was going to happen if it wasn't avoided.

She was going to stab Tara if she wasn't careful, so they moved quickly, capturing Amber's lips with theirs and taking hold of Amber's occupied hand, leading the knife away from Tara, nails digging into Amber's skin and teeth finding flesh. They grunted when they hit the tree, the knife plunging through Wednesday's gut and into the tree. Neither killer seemed to mind it, instead being spurred on by the smell of fresh blood and the sound of Tara's distorted voice.

"Mrs. Sinclair, how lovely of you to answer. Now, about that little pup of yours. Bring her to the lake, and we'll take care of the rest." Tara looked at her partners, blushing furiously before looking away and closing her eyes. She took a deep breath to focus on herself.

"Who are you?"

"A friend with some concerns. So, are you going to bring your daughter to us or not?"

"What's in it for me?"

"I won't rip out your intestines and coat them with wolfsbane before I squeeze them around your neck until you suffocate. How does that sound to you?" Tara could just imagine the way Esther bristled, hearing the angry huffs coming from her made Tara pull the phone away from her face, unable to stop the little giggles escaping her.

"Fine, you freak. Deal." The phone call was dropped, making Tara let out a sigh of relief, she grinned and felt an elated laugh in her chest.

"Tar-Bear, that was great!" She was picked up by Amber, blood getting onto her hands and face as the taller girl covered her in kisses and carried her to the tree Wednesday was resting against, she passed her to Wednesday, who lifted themselves from the tree, the knife still buried deep in the wood. Smiling a grin that was filled with far too many teeth, Wednesday caught Tara in a kiss, pulling Amber closer to join them, the three exchanging kisses and markings until their clothes were ruined.

"Is this a constant thing with you guys?" Tara asked, her forehead head pressed against Wednesday's neck. She was a mess, bloody, and unable to stop blushing. She glanced at the dark-forming bruise on the other side of Wednesday's neck, smiling to herself and giggling. Now she and Amber both had a claim to them. She reached up and touched the mark on her shoulder, looking back at Amber, who had a stupid grin on her face.

"Almost every kill. The stabbing isn't as common, but it can be." Amber smirked mischievously at Wednesday, earning a soft huff from the Addams.

"Next time let's stab you and see how much you bleed." Tara blinked, watching Amber laugh, grabbing the blood-covered knife and pulling it from the tree.

"Great idea Wendy! Then we can try it on Tara." Tara felt her insides squirm weirdly, her hold on Wednesday's hand tightening.

"Before we plan on activities, I suggest we clean up. We still have to meet Enid." Slowly and together as a group, the three killers walked to the lake shore, intending to clean up the blood before meeting with their wolf.