𝑳𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒍𝒇 𝑪𝒖𝒃 🐺🍼 𝑨𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒆

Chapter 1: The Secret 🌙

Enid Sinclair's room at Nevermore Academy was a kaleidoscope of color and personality. Unlike the typical gothic ambiance of the school, Enid's corner was filled with bright posters, plushies, and cheerful decorations. However, there was one part of her life that remained hidden, a secret that she kept even from her closest friends.

Every night, when the halls of Nevermore grew silent and the moon cast its eerie glow through the windows, Enid would retreat into her private world. She had a small chest under her bed, locked and secure, where she kept her most cherished belongings: an adult pacifier, a collection of soft plushies, and a few diapers. These items were her escape, a way to regress and find comfort when the pressures of being a werewolf and fitting into the academy's rigorous expectations became too much.

One evening, as Enid was carefully arranging her little corner with her favorite plushies and blankets, she heard a creak at the door. Panic surged through her as she quickly tried to hide her pacifier. But it was too late. The door opened, and the dark silhouette of Wednesday Addams stood there, her expression as unreadable as ever.

"What's that?" Wednesday asked, her voice cutting through the silence like a knife.

Enid's heart raced. She knew she couldn't lie to Wednesday. The girl had an uncanny ability to detect deceit. "N-nothing," Enid stammered, trying to compose herself.

Wednesday stepped further into the room, her eyes narrowing as she observed Enid's flustered state. "Enid, do not lie to me. What is it?"

With a deep breath, Enid decided to trust her friend. She held up the pacifier, her hands trembling. "It's... it's my pacifier. I'm a little, Wednesday. I age regress sometimes. It helps me feel safe and comforted."

To Enid's surprise, Wednesday's expression softened, if only slightly. She listened intently as Enid explained what it meant to be a little, how these items provided her with a sense of security and peace. When Enid finished, there was a long silence.

"Interesting," Wednesday finally said. Her voice was calm, almost contemplative. "You are my little wolf cub, Enid."

Enid's heart fluttered at the nickname. "You... you don't think it's weird?"

Wednesday shook her head. "I find it intriguing. Everyone has their ways of coping with the world. Yours is no different, and it does not make you any less of a person."

Relief washed over Enid. She had feared judgment, but instead, she found acceptance. "Thank you, Wednesday. That means a lot."

Wednesday gave a rare, soft smile. "Come, Enid. Let us take a walk. The night is still young, and the moon is particularly captivating tonight."

Enid nodded, feeling a warmth in her chest. As they walked through the moonlit halls of Nevermore, Enid felt a newfound sense of confidence. She wasn't alone in her secret anymore. She had a friend who understood and accepted her completely.

From that night on, Enid knew that her bond with Wednesday was something special. And as Wednesday's little wolf cub, she felt cherished in a way she never had before.

As they walked through the silent, moonlit halls of Nevermore, Enid felt a sense of calm wash over her. The fear of judgment had been replaced by the warmth of acceptance, and Wednesday's presence was a constant source of comfort.

"Do you often feel the need to regress?" Wednesday asked, her voice breaking the silence.

Enid nodded, her steps light and airy. "Yes, especially when things get overwhelming. It's like escaping to a simpler time, where everything is safe and uncomplicated."

Wednesday glanced at her, her dark eyes reflecting the moonlight. "I understand the need for solace. Everyone seeks it in their own way. Your method is unique, but it makes sense."

Enid felt a surge of gratitude. "Thanks, Wednesday. I was really scared to tell anyone."

"Fear is natural, but unnecessary with me," Wednesday replied, her tone steady. "You are safe with me, Enid."

They continued their walk, the cool night air filled with the sounds of crickets and the rustling of leaves. Enid felt lighter, like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She looked up at the stars, twinkling in the clear night sky, and felt a sense of peace.

"Do you like the stars, Wednesday?" Enid asked, her voice soft and curious.

"They are constant and unchanging, unlike the chaos of life," Wednesday replied. "There is a certain beauty in their steadfastness."

Enid smiled, feeling a connection to Wednesday's words. "You're like my star, Wednesday. Always there, always steady."

Wednesday's lips curled into a rare, gentle smile. "And you, Enid, are my little wolf cub. Fierce, yet tender."

They walked in companionable silence, the bond between them growing stronger with each step. Enid knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, she had a friend who understood her completely.

As they returned to their dorm, Enid felt a renewed sense of confidence. She wasn't alone in her secret anymore. She had Wednesday, her protector and confidante. And with that knowledge, she felt ready to face anything that came her way.

When they reached their room, Wednesday turned to her. "If you ever need to talk or simply be in your little space, you can always count on me, Enid."

Enid's eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Wednesday. That means more to me than you know."

Wednesday nodded, a silent promise in her eyes. "Goodnight, Enid."

"Goodnight, Wednesday," Enid replied, feeling the warmth of their friendship wrap around her like a comforting blanket.

As she settled into bed, surrounded by her plushies and little items, Enid knew that she was no longer just a werewolf at Nevermore Academy. She was Wednesday's little wolf cub, cherished and understood, and that made all the difference in the world.