Lonely lupine - A Wenclair story of revenge, anger and love

Chapter 4: The Betrayal

"Be careful, Enid. There are some things better left unknown." These were Bianca's words...

The realization hit Enid like a punch to the gut.

She stood in the center of the dorm hallway, her fists clenched, her body shaking with a rage that was quickly becoming impossible to control. The anger that had been simmering within her ever since Wednesday’s disappearance was now blazing, fueled by the discovery she had just made—a discovery that made her feel as if the ground had been ripped out from beneath her.

She had suspected for a while that her friends knew more than they were letting on. Little things here and there—quick glances exchanged between them, awkward silences when she brought up Wednesday, the way some of them avoided her questions. But she had told herself that she was being paranoid, that the stress and fear were playing tricks on her mind.

Now, she knew the truth. They had lied to her. All of them.

Enid clenched her fists, feeling her claws lengthen as anger pulsed through her veins. She took a shaky breath, trying to keep her composure, but the betrayal burned like acid in her chest.

She stormed down the hallway, her footsteps echoing as she made her way to the common room, where a few of her so-called “friends” were sitting, laughing softly among themselves as if nothing had happened. They looked up as she approached, their expressions shifting from amusement to surprise—and then to unease as they saw the fury in her eyes.

“Enid,” Xavier began, his voice hesitant, “what’s wrong?”

She felt the rage rise up, hot and uncontrollable, and her voice came out as a snarl. “What’s wrong? Don’t act like you don’t know, Xavier. I know you’ve been hiding something from me. All of you have.”

Xavier’s face went pale, and he exchanged a nervous glance with Yoko and Divina, who both looked equally uncomfortable. No one spoke, and the silence only fueled Enid’s anger.

“Are you seriously going to sit there and pretend like you don’t know what I’m talking about?” she demanded, her voice trembling with barely restrained fury. “Wednesday is missing, and you all have been hiding things from me. I can feel it. So tell me the truth. Now.”

Yoko shifted uncomfortably, avoiding Enid’s gaze. “Enid, it’s… it’s complicated.”

“Complicated?” Enid repeated, her voice filled with disbelief. “My best friend is missing, and you’re telling me it’s complicated?”

Xavier stepped forward, raising his hands in a placating gesture. “Enid, please, just calm down. We were trying to protect you—”

“Protect me?” she interrupted, her voice cracking with hurt and fury. “You think you’re protecting me by lying to me? By keeping me in the dark while Wednesday is out there, alone and in danger?”

Xavier looked away, guilt written all over his face. But before he could respond, Yoko muttered, “Maybe she has a right to know, Xavier.”

“Maybe?” Enid’s voice was rising now, shaking the walls with the intensity of her rage. “You think I only maybe have a right to know what happened to my best friend? No loyalty, no loyalty… NONE! NOT EVEN FROM YOU… WHERE IS SHE?!”

Her last words echoed through the room, a fierce, desperate cry that silenced everyone. The weight of her anger hung heavy in the air, and for a moment, no one dared to speak.

Finally, Xavier looked at her, his eyes filled with regret. “Enid… I didn’t want you to find out like this.”

“Find out what?” she demanded, her voice cold and sharp. “What have you been hiding from me?”