Wenclair Oneshots

Puppy Love.

A/N: Before I begin to write, and you begin to read, I just wanted to say thank you for everyone reading and voting on these stories :)

Wednesday's POV 🦇🕸🐈‍⬛

  

    Lycanthropes. Fascinating creatures with inhumane senses. Fascinating that my own room-mate is one, I've learned some from her. Most textbooks I've read about them have seen to be looked over; They're not caused by brutality, and not all of them seem to have a lust for flesh.

    "Wednesday,, do you think I'll wolf out again tonight? It's a full moon.. And I'm hoping that I can," Enid glanced over at me from her side of the room.

    I turned my head around, glaring at the she-wolf then returning my eyes back down to my type writer. May she not intervene with my time?

    "Wednesday...arrrre you really going to ignore me?"

    "Perhaps you will. Perhaps you wont," I spoke in between the clacks of the type writer, clearing my throat.

    Behind me, I could hear Enid shift around onto her bed. She's most likely being drawn in by that hypnotizing device of hers.

    "If I did, wouldn't it be a hazard to keep me in the dorm rooms with you? I only stayed just incase I didnt," I heard Enid shift back over, looking at my back  precisely.

    "Then I'll keep you under control, you're a close relative to a dog, aren't you?" I cracked my fingers, glancing quickly at Enid.

    Presuming that Enid is a werewolf, a scientific crossbreed weakened by silver, a wolf lurking inside the depths of the human's blood, only to be triggered by the full Moon's pledge, she's still a dog in some minds.

    I heard Enid mutter a quick sentence under her breath. Nothing to be bothered by, but curiosity does drive the humane mind.

    Once my hour was up, I got up from the chair, turning around to see a red Enid staring at me.

    "What?" I questioned the blonde, my eyebrow cocking.

    Enid shook her head, her face going presumably back to her regular color.

    "Nothing, are you done writing?" She questioned me back, shooting off my own question.

    I nodded gently, looking out side our tinted window to see the pitch black sky, the only light emitting from it was that of the full moon, directly in front of our dorm room.

    "Wednesday, you know what? You kinda remind me of the moon."

    "How so?" I narrowed my eyes, turning my direction back to Enid.

    "I don't know, you just give off this moony vibe. I like it. And~, considering I am a werewolf, anything I say about the moon is automatically correct," The she-wolf snatched the sentence up quickly, her stupid little mesmerizing grin planted onto her face.

    I stood still, a sting of heat advancing on my face, wolves.

    "That's not correct, but dream on, dog."

    Enid winked, skipping over to the tinted window on her side, peering out of it, her gaze fixated onto the luminating, white moon.

    "So far, have you felt anything differ in your body whilst the moon had been out, Enid?" I walked over to her, standing directly next.

    "I feel hot. But, maybe I'm just getting flustered from you being so close," She teased at me.

    I gulped down an air bubble, choking on nothing.

    "Now is not the time for your flirting, Enid, I'm being serious."

    She nodded at me, a gasp of air exhaling between her lips.

    "I don't really think wolfing out has pre-sys-," Enid cut herself off, dropping to the floor.

    "Oh, guess it is quite sudden." I stepped back, leaving Enid some space for her..transformation.

    The sight wasn't as gruesome as I thought it'd be, just more like the wolf parts forming out of her and no bone crushing..sad.

    "Argh! Wednesday-, im-, " Enid coughed out before her final stage kicked in, paws, claws, teeth, fangs and fur scrambling all to fit her body, and morph out.

    In front of me lay a large, blonde wolf with..Enid's classic hair. .

    "Congratulations, Enid. You've wolfed out again," I praised the she-wolf in a monotone comment.

    Enid seemed to growl, or maybe yip. Whatever werewolf language was, she was attempting to speak, but all that came out was canine sounds.

    "Maybe we should have put you in the cages. You stand up, that roof is done for, Enid."

    The blonde wolf carefully sat up, her ears flattened, and eyes alert.

    I sat onto the floor, unbothered by the hideous monstress sat in front of my small figure.

    "Pl.. a.. y."

    I furrowed my eyebrows, looking up at the sloppy beast.

    "No, it's 12:00 A.M. we are not 'playing.'"

    "F.. E... T.. Fe..t..ch," Enid seemed to bare her fangs, but, to my conclusion she was attempting to smile.

    I glared at her. Getting up and walking over to my bed, laying down.

    "Goodnight, wander out of the dorms and you will awake roadkill."

    I flipped over, facing the direct opposite of the lycaon, a swift motion I could hear arose behind me.

    Enid whined, and I could feel her dog-like breaths panting.

    "Enid Sinclair, good night."

Two Hours later, 2:00 A.M.

    Presumably I never fell asleep, yet Enid did. Her grotesque loud snores had kept me awake for the past two hours. I flipped over onto the side Enid had fell asleep on. Her head was rested onto my bed, but the rest of her blonde body had been snaked along the floor.

    "Dogs," I huffed, petting Enid's ears, and she awoke.

    "No, go back to sleep, mutt," I sighed, my hand rested on top of Enid's head.

    "F.. FL.. oo. R," She lifted her head up from my bed, looking down at me.

    "No, I am not sleeping on the floor."

    "W.. W.. Ith. M.. Mm.. E?" She whined again, brushing my hand against her nose.

    "If you fall asleep in a matter of 10 minutes, I will stay on the floor with you. If you do not, I will return to my bed," I agreed idioticly.

    Wolves, such strange beings.

    I slid off my bed, sitting next to the she-wolf, and she curled up around me. I could hear her tail wagging against the floor.

    "Goodnight, Enid," I whispered, easing into the calm side and pretended Enid was just a big, fluffy, mess of a blanket.

    I might have a thing for werewolves.