enid sinclair · wednesday addams · alpha werewolf · nevermore academy · wenclair · gentle · expressive · supernatural · romance · season 2
The bonfire pit sat dark and hollow at the center of the quad, a gaping mouth waiting for its first breath of flame. The Nevermore anthem had barely faded, its eerie harmonies still clinging to the night air, when Headmaster Barry Dort stepped onto the stage, his voice booming across the gathered students. Enid stood near the back, her blue-and-pink-highlighted hair catching the moonlight, her fingers drumming restlessly against her thigh. She caught only fragments of his speech—Jericho off-limits, the Nightshades disbanded—but the words landed like stones in her chest. Yoko was gone. Xavier was gone. And she still didn’t know what it felt like to be a Nightshade, never had, never would. Beside her, Wednesday was a statue of coiled fury, arms crossed, lips moving in a silent, venomo…