𝑳𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒍𝒇 𝑪𝒖𝒃 🐺🍼 𝑨𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒆

Chapter 27: Bully Trouble 🐺💔

It was an unusually quiet day at Nevermore, and Enid found herself in one of the few classes she didn't share with Wednesday, Yoko, or Davina. As she took her seat in the back of the classroom, she felt a sense of unease creeping up her spine. Without her support system nearby, she felt more vulnerable, especially since she was still feeling the aftereffects of her wolf growing pains.

The class began, and Enid tried to focus on the lesson. She fidgeted with her pencil, trying to ignore the whispers and giggles coming from a group of students in the front. She knew they were talking about her, but she tried to brush it off. Her little items—a small plushie tucked in her backpack and her pacifier hidden in her pocket—were her secret comforts, and she didn't want anyone to find out.

As the teacher turned to write on the board, one of the students, a tall girl named Bianca, leaned back in her seat and sneered at Enid. "Hey, Sinclair, still playing with your baby toys?" she whispered loud enough for the others to hear.

Enid's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and she tried to ignore the comment. She dug her nails into her palms, a habit she had when she was stressed or anxious. But this time, her newly grown wolf claws pierced her skin, and she felt a sharp pain. Blood started to seep from her hands, but she kept them clenched, not wanting to draw attention to herself.

Another student, a boy named Ethan, joined in. "Yeah, I bet she still sucks on a pacifier too," he said, laughing with the others.

Enid's eyes filled with tears, but she kept her head down, trying to hide her distress. The pain in her hands was becoming unbearable, but the emotional pain cut even deeper. She felt trapped, wishing desperately for Wednesday, Yoko, or Davina to be there with her.

The teacher continued with the lesson, oblivious to what was happening at the back of the room. Enid's heart pounded in her chest, and she felt a wave of panic rising. She needed to get out of there.

Suddenly, she stood up, her chair scraping loudly against the floor. "Excuse me, I need to go to the bathroom," she said, her voice shaky.

The teacher glanced at her and nodded. "Alright, but be quick, Miss Sinclair."

Enid hurried out of the classroom, clutching her bleeding hands to her chest. She ran to the nearest bathroom and locked herself in a stall. Tears streamed down her face as she examined her palms. The deep cuts from her claws were still bleeding, and she knew they would leave marks.

She pulled out her phone with trembling hands and texted Wednesday.

Enid: Mama, I need you. I'm in the bathroom near Room 204. Please hurry.

Within minutes, the bathroom door opened, and Wednesday rushed in, followed closely by Yoko and Davina. They found Enid in the stall, crying and holding her bleeding hands.

"Oh, Eni," Wednesday said softly, her heart breaking at the sight. She gently took Enid's hands and examined the wounds. "We need to get these cleaned up."

Yoko grabbed some paper towels and dampened them with water, while Davina retrieved a small first aid kit from her bag. They worked together to clean and bandage Enid's hands, all the while offering comforting words.

"It's okay, little cub," Wednesday said, kissing Enid's forehead. "You're safe now. We won't let anyone hurt you."

Yoko wrapped her arms around Enid, holding her close. "Those bullies are just jealous, sweetie. You're stronger than they are."

Davina stroked Enid's hair, her voice soothing. "We'll make sure this doesn't happen again. You don't have to face this alone."

Enid sniffled, her tears slowly subsiding. "Thank you, Mama. Thank you, Mommy. Thank you, Ma," she said, her voice small and filled with gratitude.

"Let's get you back to the dorm," Wednesday said, helping Enid to her feet. "You need some rest and some cuddles."

As they walked back to their dorm, Enid felt a sense of relief wash over her. She knew she was lucky to have such a caring and protective family. Despite the pain and the marks that would remain, she felt stronger knowing she wasn't alone.