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At five years old when her brothers shifted for the first time and she didn’t, Enid was left all alone for the first time in her room.
“Do you think I’ll be big wolf?” Enid mumbled out looking up at the moon out of her window standing on her tippy toes to see over the edge of it.
“No,” a voice said from the shadows, it was her own voice just as small and little, always there eating away at her. Sometimes it was her mama voice yelling at her for being weak. Or it was her father’s silence that she learned to accept by now.
“A small wolf is still a wolf,” Little Enid mumbled out oh so optimistically because she is sure next year she’ll be running with the pack. Until then she just had to be hopeful and put a smile on her face.
A year has passed. Enid is six now and she grew little in hight but she shed her finger nails for a pair of new ones. Her claws they are retractable and she was so happy to paint them with her papa. It didn’t matter that she threw up because of how painful it was and all the blood because it means she is closer to becoming a wolf.
Another year another lonely night in her room while her family runs under the moon. She is getting close she can feel it. And her fangs came in. Sure Enid cried when they broke through her gums. But she got ice cream for it and her papa patted her head. So she thinks she did a great job handling it.
This year she feels it a buzz under her bones. So she ran around the house all day until her mama yelled at her and made her go outside. But this is the year, she had a growth spurt and now is the size of kids in her class…not the size of her brothers but a little wolf is better than no wolf. So little Enid ran her heart out, smelling all the different scents she hadn’t noticed before. And suddenly she had ran to far, far from the sound of her mothers yelling and her brothers howling. Enid closed her eyes and took a deep breath before she could think instinctively a high pitched whine left her that turned into a howl. But atlas her mother heard it and found her happy she could be in an open field of flowers. Enid’s mother dragged her home, and come nightfall she was stuck in her room listening to howls that weren’t her own. Not again this year but soon she can feel it.
Enid mama is getting madder that she isn’t changing yet. She had the features of the wolf and it can take up until she is 10 for it to come out, but the Sinclair family is known for their early shifters. Yet Enid seems nothing but average maybe where she is the runt….Enid hates being called a runt, her brothers called her that all the time…not in a nice way. Enid quickly learned that it was bad to be a runt and started to close in on herself pushing the over girly persona her mother and father liked…but in reality Enid just wanted the rainbows and pink painted wall…because the colors make her feel less alone. But this year…her eyes were seeing less and less color. The only color left were reds, pinks, blacks, grey, and the cold gold of werewolf eyes that always seem to be judging her. Maybe that’s why the triplets 9th birthday was less colorful…not because her mother only used colors the boys liked.
It was time her tenth birthday, it had to happen tonight. And Enid was absolutely shaking with excitement….definitely not anxiety. Because for the first year she hadn’t felt a change. That must mean she’s grown into herself enough to shift or whatever the werewolf blog she’s been reading says. Enid was determined nothing went wrong this year. So she went online and has been following tips for wolfing out. Like steady exercise to prepare the body and meditating to try and get in tune with her wolf. Enid almost got ahold of her wolf she knows it but her brothers quickly jumped on her to play breaking her from her meditation and she was so mad she snarled at them and got scolded by her mother.
So Enid went to her quiet place the place where she found all the flowers before. But this time it seemed like they were all died which confused her because yesterday they weren’t so Enid started to sniff around for a cause. And that’s when she found it, or her. A small, smaller than Enid so a supper small child dressed in black laying in the middle of dying flowers.
“Umm…are you okay?” Enid mumbled out to the girl as she stayed a few steps away but couldn’t help be curious of this stranger that may have destroyed her one place of happiness.
“…” the girl didn’t say anything her eyes just snapped open and looked at Enid. Which caused Enid to jump a little bit before she becomes beat red embarrassed by her fear. Enid mustered up all her courage and took a step closer to the girl.
“I am fine,” Came a voice that was cold and well Enid didn’t know how else to describe the voice. It was cold, it made her shiver a little bit by how cold it was. But no doubt belong to a child like her from the high pitched nature.
“…are…you lost?” Enid offers her hand to the girl. Not many people hike near these woods or even think about going into them since a whole pack lived up here.
“No,” the little girl didn’t take Enid’s hand just looked at it like Enid was dirty. Enid was not dirty she had showered that morning and her natural scent was honeysuckle and morning dew she smelled good at least that’s what her papa always told her. The little girl got up and dusted herself off. She was in old people clothing Enid thought because that looked to be something her grandma wore as a kid.
“Oh okay I’m Enid,” Enid hummed out nervously hoping to make her first friend. All the other kids at school said she was too much energy and wouldn’t play with her. Enid shot the little girl a small smile her fangs on full display. Something that has accidentally scared countless other kids off her age. But Enid doesn’t think her mother says she never does.
“Wednesday,” the girl said stepping forward and grabbing Enid chin a little bit turning her head down to see the fangs better making Enid blush wildly because no one’s ever showed interest in her fangs. She just got a that’s nice honey from dad.
“Do you like them?” Enid tried to say but it was hard with Wednesday hand practically in her mouth.
“I got them when I was seven,” Enid boost even though her mother says it’s nothing to be proud of when her womb mates could fully change at 5. But Enid was proud of herself and that’s all that mattered.
“fascinating a werewolf I presume?” Wednesday replied dryly as she looked up into Enid eyes as Enid nodded her head smiling impossibly wider. A small almost pout seems to be permanently on Wednesday lips but Enid thing it’s adorable and if she was wolfed out she is sure her tail would wag.
“Can I study you?” Enid tilts her head to the side because that’s doesn’t sound so right but this is also her only chance to make a friend.
“Will it hurt?” Enid mumbled out a little scared because all the times she tries to play with her brothers hurt because they are always trying to fight. Enid doesn’t mind pain because physical it stops but…sometimes she feels the echo of hurt in her bones after a fight with her mother.
Wednesday clicks her tongue a little her eyes watching the other child. No longer like she was pray but like she was a puzzle Wednesday needed to solve.
“I will do my utmost best to make sure it doesn’t hurt,” Wednesday mumbled out to wolf surprising almost slipping into the voice she used for her dear beloved Nero. She pet Enid in the head.
That was years ago, a day Enid will never forget because she made her first friend. It wasn’t hard to stay in touch with Wednesday because her parents were thrilled she made a friend and gave Enid her own crystal ball to call them. While enid was thrilled with that…ester not so much. But it meant free child care in the summer for her failure of a runt since Enid’s keeps failing to shift.
Now Enid is 16 and her best friend ever/ probably her mate that she will never tell is coming to Nevermore! Sure she put angry biting fish in a swimming pool but Wednesday is finally coming to Nevermore! And Enid can’t wait!