"- meaning any who harm her will face punishment under the laws of our pack and this school" Wednesday hears being issued in warning the words just loud enough for the groggy Addams to pick out over the growing rumbles of unrest and mistrust or the pelting of rain against the dampener of window glass.

A small part of the Addams girl wishes she'd died rather than wake in this pathetic daze to find herself slung in a humiliating firemen's carry-styled hold over a so warmed set of womanly shoulders.

"I say again. As Denmother of this school and leader of each pack within this girl, has been formally claimed in accord with all school and pack laws and conditions, and despite her current condition in coming to us, she has been grained every protection of that status." The one holding her reiterates when the sounds of defiance don't dim but strengthen the longer they stay immobile.

"What in the name of the Moon did you do to her?"

The growled words froze Wednesday's sluggish heart the same way the show of anger amused the elder wolf. "Claws in a puppy; I was fed up with you sulking around the place."

"So, you kidnapped my?" Enid snaps her voice much closer now.

"You're welcome." The voice of the wolf elder cuts in with all the playful undertone of an unamused elder sibling before the last word could fall from Enid's alive lips.

"Give her to me." Her wolf barks, and Wednesday feels her blood heating at the visible threat of the wolf in that snarled command.

"So protective. It's sweet, really." The wolf elder sighed, heavy amusement in her words as she complied, shifting a groggy Wednesday off her shoulder like a common ragdoll. "Word of warning, I think she's starting to come around, so if you want to snuggle up, I'd do it quickly while you still have limbs."

"I did warn you she'd be carrying pure silver." Enid reminds, still cradling the limp Addams girl in her arms in a more dignified bridal carry that for a moment had Wednesday reminded of how she'd catch her father hold her mother from time to time in their nauseating displays of devotion.

"I've got you Wednesday," Enid promises her. "Even if you do end up killing me in a few minutes." She adds guilt heavy in her soft whispers.

New ripples of muscle flex under ill-fitting clothes, easily adjusting to her bulk as Wednesday felt her head lulling pathetically against the crook of her wolf's shoulder when Enid maneuvered them enough to carry her in a more bridal kind of hold that had Wednesday's groggy mind dragging up scenes of how her father would carry her mother around the house from time to time.

The show of possession and intimacy turned her stomach. Only now, she feels a tad more inclined to see why her mother allows the foolish hold as she burrows into the cradle of Enid's arms.

Her wolf was radiating heat, unlike Wednesday, who was chilled to her bones with cold as they cross the shadowed hallways that if it wasn't for the glaring eyes of other obviously werewolf students, Wednesday might mistake for just another hallway of Nevermore or her own family house as she pushed even more into the offered warmth of her guarding wolf.

"I can smell that your awake." Her not-so-dead roommate comments between low warnings meant to be threatening growls purr from her wolf's throat every now and again as they stalk the halls towards what Wednesday assumes was Enid's designated room.

"Interesting," Wednesday comments more towards the fact that even as she'd called her awake into account, Enid didn't move to let her walk on her own power and instead continued carrying her until she'd been deposited on the room's offered bed once they'd finally reached their intended destination that again Wednesday almost misjudged in her daze for just another room of her family house.

The splashing of water into a glass has Wednesday's head turning towards the sound, then swallowing her breath in surprise once her eyes responded enough to open.

The time apart had undoubtedly changed her wolf. Most annoying was how Enid's lycan half had thought to completely heal the scaring marks of the battles Enid had suffered that had so delicately enhanced the already given facial beauty in Wednesday's eyes.

"Cotton mouth isn't fun." Enid comments offering over the chilled water cup even adding a dark plastic straw for better ingestion as Wednesday's glazed eyes flick along the offering of added muscles under the exposed offering of Enid's arm under the tight pull of her shirt as the drink was held out.

"Yeah, wolf blood has wrecked hell on my wardrobe options." Enid sighed, noticing Wednesday's destruction but misjudging the reasons for it. "But as the runt of the school changing how I did, it's not like anyone's lining up to go out shopping with me. And after Yoko and Divina were pulled out of Nevermore after the Hyde thing, it's not like they can help either."

It was only after the dryness in her throat had been dealt with that Wednesday noticed the low hum of music playing.

"Is this your way of saying you've missed my playing?" she dared ask as more low cello music buzzed around them.

"Also, why I was moved to a soundproofed room. The rest of the school didn't take to my needing to play more than a few songs after lights out before I could think to sleep." Enid confessed, sitting herself as far as she could from the edge of the bed as the single-used room allowed. "Guess that's what I get for trying to hide out in werewolf summer school until Nevermore opens back up."

"Faking one's death seems beneath you." Wednesday scolds, shifting the topic back toward her simmering anger.

"It wasn't like I had much choice after what happened, but I swear, Wens, you were my number one to tell I wasn't, you know-" Enid defends, only to taper off when she got to the part of her not-so-permanent demise.

"As I'd been told." Wednesday agrees "doesn't make up for the fact I've spent the last several months thinking you were—" but she hesitates as well, not wanting to say the word even when she knew it wasn't an honest death.

"Sorry." Enid pouts and Wednesday notices the undertone of a pitiful whimper backing the single whispered word.

She rolls her eyes returning her glare towards the ceiling as she allows herself to relax in the neatly made covers of the taken bed.

"Sooo." Enid chances to draw out the word, much to Wednesday's annoyance as she sighs a curse under her breath but is pleased when the sound earns a happy giggle from her not-so-dead werewolf as the notes of a new cello cover piece starts playing low in the background.

"This is just a yes or no question Addams jeeze." Enid sighed, setting a little straighter in her desk chair.

Wednesday doesn't answer, but Enid takes the quiet as allowance for the asking.

"Did you really cry at my…. Well, my faked grave?"

Almost as soon as the question had been voiced, she wished she could take it back. Not because of anything her once again roommate said but because of the shuttered-sounding stopping of that learned rhythm of Wednesday's heartbeat.

"Wednesday."

Without much thinking, she was flinging herself towards the curled back of the dark-haired who loathed any kind of physical touch.

"I'm sorry," Enid whispered against her shoulder until a half second after Wednesday rolled to face her, and Enid was already bracing for the worst.

What she gets instead is a tear-spoiled kiss.

The wolf melts into it, returning the action as one kiss becomes two, then three in quick succession.

"I thought you were dead," Wednesday says, breaking what was the fifth trade of kisses but keeping a tight fisting on the front of Enid's shirt to pull her in for more kisses or to have a better position to claw out her heart with cold bare hands Enid didn't care as her hands move to hook around Wednesday's back wanting her closer regardless of what came next.

"I know." Enid sighed, wanting again to express just how guilty she was over that point, only to give a gasp of surprise at just how chilly Wednesday's fingers were as they slipped under her shirt to rest over her racing heart as the two lay facing one another on the not so accommodating bed.

"Hush." Wednesday snaps, making quick work of unbuttoning the front of Enid's uniformed shirt enough to fold only one side out of her way, then slipping her palm once more over the hammering beat of the other girl's heart.

Her eyes close on reflex when Wednesday's free hand lifts to cup her palm along Enid's jaw. Slender fingers stroked over the smoothed, unmarked skin where her scars had once been.

"You can put them back if you want." Enid offers after several long seconds of quiet. Her eyes still closed as she nuzzled her cheek into Wednesday's palm. "Thought they might heal over again next time I wolf out." She adds, peeking over at the still-watching Addams girl.

"Tempting." Wednesday muses, "Yet I know how squeamish you are at the sight of blood." She reminds

Enid shrugs her shoulder, curling herself closer still to the other girl. Pressing her luck and her life, she knew, but again, she couldn't find it in her to care as she drank in the grounding realness of Wednesday back in her arms. "If it makes you feel better about my misleading you go ahead and do whatever you want to me."

"Whatever I want?" Wednesday repeats, her eyes darkening in a way Enid hadn't ever seen from the unemotional girl before.

Enid twits to carefully roll them against the creaking bed springs to pull Wednesday over her in a more formal showing of her submission. "Whatever you want." She agrees.