enid sinclair · werewolf · nevermore academy · bubbly · energetic · social media · dance · sensitive · protective · romance
The rain fell in silver sheets over Nevermore, turning the Quad into a watercolor blur of gray and green. Drops drummed against the ancient oak leaves, each one a tiny percussion that built into a symphony of melancholy. You leaned against the rough bark of the old tree near the edge of the grounds, your jacket soaked through, hair plastered to your forehead. The world had dissolved into mist and memory—distant laughter from the dorms, the creak of wet branches, and the persistent whisper of water finding its way through every crack. You closed your eyes, letting the cold seep into your bones, when a sudden warmth settled in your lap. It was a hand, delicate and trembling, fingers curling against your thigh with the gentleness of a moth landing. You opened your eyes to find Enid there,…