My Girlfriend Is A Werewolf - Wenclair

Chapter 37 - The Addams Family

7 years later

Enid's POV

Seven years. It's been that long since our lives changed forever with the arrival of Raven and Luna. Every day has been a beautiful, chaotic blend of joy, surprises, and challenges. Our little family is everything I ever dreamed of, though I'm sure Wednesday never imagined she'd find herself so deeply attached to two lively little werewolves. Yet here we are, and even she can't hide how much she loves them, no matter how much she pretends to be aloof.

Raven, with his dark hair streaked with blonde and his piercing mismatched eyes, one bright blue like mine, the other dark like Wednesday's, is so much like her. He has her intensity, her precision, and an alarming fascination with daggers and other sharp objects. I carried him for nine months, and while he definitely got Wednesday's personality, he also inherited some of my gentleness. I remember when I returned to Wednesday's life after... 'my death'. My reincarnation had changed me in more ways than one, my hair, once naturally brunette, had returned to life as naturally blonde, the same shade it was dyed. It was like my rebirth had made it permanent, as if the universe wanted to leave its own mark on me. Now, our children share that same unique color, blending their natural black hair with streaks of blonde from me, something no one can quite explain but everyone seems to accept.

And then there's Luna. Our wild little wolf. With her soft black hair and blonde streaks, and those mismatched eyes that mirror Raven's but reversed, she's a force of nature. Luna is full of energy and curiosity, like me, but she's also got Wednesday's determination. She tries so hard to be as strong as her mom, which sometimes means pushing herself to the limits to prove just how tough she is. It's endearing, and a little terrifying. I carried Raven, and Wednesday carried Luna in her womb. It's funny how they ended up so much like the opposite parent in personality. I can only smile when I think of how perfectly balanced they are, equal parts of an Addams and Sinclair.

Today, I'm in the kitchen, watching them practice their latest "skills." Of course, by "skills," I mean Raven sharpening a new dagger he found, which Wednesday conveniently overlooked, and Luna practicing some new moves with her claws.

"Willa!" I call out, trying to get Wednesday's attention as she pretends to be reading on the couch, though I know she's keeping one eye on our little werewolves. "Can you tell your son that sharpening daggers is not an indoor activity?"

"I believe he's enhancing his abilities, mi lobita," she responds in her usual calm, monotone voice, though I catch the hint of amusement in her eyes.

Just as I'm about to respond, the door opens, and Bianca steps in, looking elegant as ever, followed closely by Yoko and Divina. Yoko, ever the dramatic one, pokes her head through the doorway. "Are the wolves at play?" she asks with a playful smirk.

"Always," I say with a laugh, waving them all in. Bianca, ever the composed one, smiles warmly at the sight of the kids. Luna and Raven perk up at the sight of their aunts, already eager to show off their latest tricks.

Raven, never one to waste time, steps forward. "Auntie Yoko, Auntie Divina, Auntie Bianca, watch this." He grins, extending his nails, which sharpen into claws, and flashes his small but fierce fangs.

Luna, not to be outdone, immediately follows suit. "Look! Look! I can do it too!" Her claws extend, and her fangs appear, her wide smile showing off her excitement.

Yoko grins, clearly impressed. "You two are going to be even scarier than your moms, aren't you?" she teases, ruffling Raven's hair.

Divina chuckles, watching Luna's enthusiasm. "I remember when you both were little babies, and now look at you, tiny wolves with fangs and claws."