And you are my sun (wenclair)

Chapter 15

"Hunting each other?" Enid paled and her stomach dropped to her feet. She sat down heavily on Wednesday's bed. "This is awful."

"The chaos could prove useful," Wednesday said, sitting up. "But this means we don't have another moment to spare. I have to run and do something. I hate to leave you alone, but you cannot be present for what I have to do."

"Wednesday, I can't allow you to do something dangerous!" Enid yelped out as Wednesday sat up with a pained grunt.

"Enid, this is no time to be considerate," Wednesday grumbled out as she took her arm out of the wrapping and tested it. It moved slowly but she could move the fingers. "We can't afford to dally any longer. Time is running out."

"Okay," Enid gave a reluctant nod of her head. "What do you want me to do in the meantime?"

"I need you to look for any inconsistencies you can find around the house. And please, be careful, cara mia." Wednesday squeezed Enid's hand.

"Cara mia, why do you keep calling me that?" Enid mussed.

Wednesday's cheeks flared with a gray blush. "I don't know. It feels right to do so."

They didn't spend anymore time dwelling on that, Enid helping Wednesday out of bed. "We'll reconvene at six pm and stay out of my families way."

Enid didn't need to be told twice. While Wednesday went off to do her own thing, Enid began to creep through the house, using her enhanced sight and sense of smell to look for anything odd. For anything out of place.

Do you feel anything weird? Enid asked her wolf part.

The wolf shook her head. I feel unnerved but I've felt this way for a while. This whole house feels wrong.

She searched from the top floor to the bottom, passing by Gomez polishing some shotguns, Pugsley arranging his grenades and Morticia flipping through spells in her spell book. They were getting ready for Hunting Season, whenever that would happen. Enid hoped it wouldn't happen any time soon.

Wednesday stood outside in the backyard in the middle of a pentagram made from her own blood. She was going to try and summon her Being. She didn't know if this was the right ritual, but she had to try.

She felt mollified that she hadn't noticed something was wrong long ago. She was supposed to be as sharp as her knives, taught to never underestimate her opponent no matter who it was. She'd gotten sloppy, she'd gotten lazy. Distracted by something and someone.

That was why the evil had crept in. It had seen a weakness and exploited it. She would never allow it to happen again.

She closed her eyes, held out her good hand, and recited the words she had memorized. The foreign language felt natural on her tongue. A wind buffeted around her and the smell of sulfur filled the air. She opened her eyes when it had settled down, to find nothing had changed.

The ritual was done, but nothing had been summoned.

"Wednesday, are you feeling better?" a voice asked behind her and she saw Andrew had silently appeared behind her inside the summoning circle. "I see you're casting spells," he said with an arched brow and an amused quirk of his upper lip. Her heart jumped in her chest when he pressed a kiss to her cheek.

Except it no longer felt the way it had.

When she'd first started dating Andrew, she was certain the swooping feeling in her stomach, the quickening pace of her heart and the breathless tightness when he drew near, were signs that she loved him.

She'd never experienced love before, so surely these things she'd read about had to be proof he was the one. If not love, then at least liking him. And then she'd had a panic attack.