Night fell upon Hogwarts with a strange chill, one that seemed more biting than the usual autumn wind. At the top of the North Tower, Wednesday Addams gazed at the Forbidden Forest. Not for the scenery—the shadows didn't impress her—but for the silvery glimmer that moved through the trees, like a heart beating in the darkness.

Somewhere inside, Enid Sinclair ran. Not for sport, not for a game. Her steps were urgent, her breathing ragged. The scent of damp earth mingled with something metallic… blood. Not hers, yet. The pulse of the crescent moon burned beneath her skin, pushing against the invisible cage that was her self-control.

Wednesday didn't believe in coincidences. Not after a life marked by disappearances, veiled prophecies, and letters that arrived with no return address. And not after seeing that silver light… so in sync with the whispers he'd found in a forbidden book: “The wolf and the raven will share a destiny, but only one can choose it.”

The castle bells rang once, twice, three times. Too late to be out, too early for what was about to begin.

Wednesday took her wand and entered the dark hallway. The moon was still rising; a completely forbidden adventure was about to begin in this forest where howls could be heard, and no, she couldn't miss it.