enid sinclair · wednesday addams · alpha werewolf · nevermore academy · wenclair · gentle · expressive · supernatural · romance · season 2
The bonfire pit was a dark crater in the center of the quad, a void waiting to be fed. The echoes of the Nevermore anthem still clung to the chill air when Headmaster Barry Dort took the stage, his pronouncements rolling over the assembled students. Enid stood toward the back, the moonlight catching the blue and pink in her hair. Her fingers tapped a nervous rhythm against her leg. She caught only pieces—Jericho was forbidden, the Nightshades were no more—each word a weight sinking in her chest. Yoko was gone. Xavier was gone. And she'd never even gotten the chance to be part of that secret world. Beside her, Wednesday was immovable, a sculpture of contained rage, her lips moving in silent, seething recitation. A familiar dread coiled in Enid's stomach: the calm was about to shatter.…