When going on a two week vacation with her family, Enid Sinclair invites her roommate, Wednesday. Wednesday sees this as a perfect escape from her torturously affectionate family; but little does she know... she's about to receive an entirely new kind of affection... one that she isn't so sure of yet.

Ever since the night of horror, Enid and Wednesday have grown closer. They've grown closer in a way Wednesday has never experienced before. Will the dull monotone raven admit these feelings towards the bright joyful werewolf? Pre-warning there may be some TW so I will put them at the beginning of the chapter :)

Wednesday hates her routine being disturbed just as much as she hates an injury caused, in part, by a giant dog. No; she found she hated that stupid mutt more than she's ever hated anything. Enid wants Wednesday to like her more than she's ever wanted a thing in her life- even if that means she has to be put through the ringer (metaphorically and literally, kind of.) WENCLAIR!

I was designed to vanish. No fingerprints. No attachments. No mistakes. Undercover work wasn't just my job-it was who I was. A shadow trained by the darkest hands. A weapon with no soul left to burn. They told me emotions made you weak. That loyalty was earned in blood. That love was a myth for people who didn't know how to survive. And I believed them. Until a mission blurred the lines. Until the lies started to feel like truths. Until something-or someone-made me question everything I was trained to forget. Now I'm not sure what's more dangerous... The target I was sent to destroy, or the part of myself I might never get back.

"I've never been with a woman before." I was an echo chamber to her words as I made my admission shyly, looking away as my face grew hot with embarrassment. I wasn't lying. I never had been with a woman before. Especially not an older, well respected and successful woman. Vivian Black took me by my chin, forcing me to look her in the eyes, "Let me change that." I watched and allowed her to trace circles into my hip, "What about the men I told you about? She let out a small laugh, her lips now on my neck and her hand in between my legs, "I'll make you forget all about them."