when wednesday found you, it felt like a weight had lifted from her shoulders. she couldn’t have imagined what losing her only friend would have felt like, nevermind what finding her again would entail.

getting you to turn back from your wolfed out form was another venture entirely, but through some addams-inspired magic, she did. and wow-

you were nothing like she remembered.

broader shoulders. visible muscles. tiny, erratic, pupils.

among the physical changes, your psyche had changed too from being a werewolf for so long. that soft-spoken girl was gone, replaced with something that bites.

the day after you returned to ophelia hall, wednesday was hounding you like a dog. showering you, feeding you, everything that your wolfed-out brain had begun to forget.

she pushes your upper lip past your canine teeth, clicking her tongue at the size of them. (and the colour.)

“what did you live off of?”