Nothing! Morticia had found nothing. Honestly, she had never bothered to go through the history of the castle she lived in but now that she was trying, even checking the documents in Gomez's office, she couldn't find anything "Addams," the castle had been built normally, no spells or anything else had been used, from what it appeared as the modern era passed and came to pass it had been checked and brought up to standard with all kinds of documentation and nothing abnormal had been recorded. The hauntings of ghosts and the various demons and ghouls, are all recorded but did not seem to be related to the castle.

Morticia can find nothing, not even from the diaries of those who designed the building, to indicate that it could somehow become sentient.

It is something taken for granted by generations of Addams families that the manor was an integral member of the family and lived a life of its own.

Not even Gomez or the grandmother were able to say anything to the woman, yet how is it possible that no one has ever researched this thing, she is alive but it is not strange for the Addams family, it is strange that nothing is known about it.

Morticia will have to add it to the Addams' list of great mysteries, though it certainly doesn't top the mystery of where Hand came from.

Closing yet another old and dusty diary, as she puts it back in its place Morticia's eye falls on a book or rather, given the section of the library, on a diary, it is different from the others, it is on a shelf along with 3 other similarly relegated diaries with stiff red cloth.

Because of the way the books in this section of the library are catalogued, she knows that each shelf or even section is devoted to one person's diaries, and you can tell when the owner changes by the binding, from stiff finely carved wooden covers to creased and patched leather covers at the best of times.

These journals on the other hand were strange, she had noticed them before but had not paid much attention to them, at least until that moment because one had fallen revealing the cover of the one behind it, while the one lying on the shelf she remembers well had a bare cover, the second one had a huge 5-finger gash very easily traceable to a werewolf, and it struck her as odd because the journals of family members who were werewolves or werewolf hunters are in a separate section and she knows them all by now, after all, their adventures are great as bedtime stories for children.

An instinct in her head told Morticia that there was something important here and so she took one, not taking the one with the scratch but the first one from the left imagining it to be the first in the series.

When she opened it and read the date she realized that it was set shortly after Goody killed Crackstone and that it belonged to one Jacob Addams. What intrigued her even more was what could be interpreted as some kind of magic circle--a set of symbols and drawings that she seemed to recognize but since both her family and the Addams family had stopped practicing witchcraft centuries ago, she could not quite identify. Checking the covers of the other journals as well, this symbol was the same and drawn behind the cover of every single journal.

This seems strange to her; she should have asked Granny if she could explain the meaning.

Returning to what was the first journal, she certainly did not expect this one to begin with such a flamboyant and, above all, such a useful title: Journal on the Blood Moon Wolves by Jacob Addams.

Meanwhile, Wednesday is striding down the stone steps. Enid walks behind her quite terrified by the sheer aura of darkness that emanated from her companion. Raven totally ignored the paintings depicting the various Addams family members and adjuncts who had inhabited the house. The girl continued straight down the stairs more than sure she wanted to continue her goal of finding and exorcising the spirit that had destroyed her typewriter.

"Wednesday! We finally meet each other! Holy crap where the hell did you pull that knife out of?!?!"

Wednesday had a throwing knife hidden in her sleeve, Manor out of principle and chivalry had avoided checking what the girl actually had on her and apparently was not so omniscient as to be able to stop a knife thrown with such rapidity. Knife implanting itself right between the eyes of his canvas representation.

"I will burn this painting in hell if it will serve to exorcise you from my life."

"No... it won't work, I'm the whole castle you'd have to burn down literally the whole estate and I'm still not sure you'd get rid of me."

Wednesday inhales her chest swells like a balloon, Enid is genuinely afraid that the girl is about to explode but then releases her breath in what is a sigh of pure rage.

"I guess you summoned me for a reason. Speak up!"

Manor for the first time in his extra-terrestrial life is seriously afraid, after all he is literally an entire estate, a castle full of weapons...including weapons of mass destruction, bacteriological, magical and dark magic. If he wanted to, he could start a blood clot (if you can call it that for a castle) and could seriously take over the world but right now he is terrified of that littl A girl three feet and a cap tall with pigtails that he saw being born and growing up.

Even Enid, who up to that point had been right behind Wednesday, took a few steps back until she stood nice and quiet in a corner with her hands behind her back looking around, and that was a clear signal to Manor that the girl was not going to stand between the two of them like that.

"Yes...first of all, I'm sorry your typewriter but I'm not going to fix it for you because the constant ticking of those keys is unnerving, get a computer, you don't waste paper, it's more functional and you'll finish your work much faster...moreover you might as well use voice input so you don't have to write, you can talk and throw all your thoughts on paper or otherwise on digital much faster and you'd be much more productive."

Wednesday thinks about it for three seconds, notes it as a possibility to consider, changes computer screens in her head, and comes back with the murder setting.

"I repeat the question-why did you summon me knowing full well what my intentions are at this time?"

"To be clear I want to help you, I know a lot about the Addams curse and thanks to the Addams family hunter and wolf books I also know a lot about the wolf bond. I just want to help you out and I think I would have been quicker to talk to both of you than just Enid. I knew it would be a bad idea, especially after breaking your typewriter but I'm tired of wasting time and I have plenty of time."

Wednesday seems to relax a little bit.

"Yes, in fact why not talk to me first?"

"Ah I don't know, I only got the idea to talk to you when she walked through the gates of the estate."

A moron face and a finger pointing at Enid are more than enough for the vein that had stopped pulsating on Wednesday's temple to reappear more swollen than before.

"Look Wednesday, you two are connected, I don't know why I'm here but I know it has to do with you two, ever since I became the spirit of the castle I never understood what my purpose was, I always thought it was to get the Addams' one but when you two came...or at least, when you came I already had a light bulb going off saying, I have to help her; but when Enid came too a whole chandelier went on and said I have to help them, I have to protect them at all costs. I honestly believe that if we somehow understand how I ended up here, I can help you do what you have to do."

Wednesday is confused, in theory the universe had perhaps taken her on as a paladin to solve supernatural problems, first she had to save the Nevermore and the outcasts from a redivivven Crackstone, now she was supposed to help a 100-year-old spirit to know what her next assignment was...

"Wait! What do you mean? You didn't tell me that!"

Enid finally joins the discussion, now that Wednesday's anger had subsided.

"I don't know...look I didn't tell you because precisely I wanted to talk to both of you, I just know that there is nothing here at the estate that can help us, I guess there could be at Nevermore, those few times I went near there it was mentioned Nevermore and belladonna, so I can think that there is something in their library."

"I know that a relative of mine was practically the second-in-command of the nightshades, and my family has a major role in the history of that association, and I even not being part of the association still have free access to the private library."

"This is great, now we should just wait for you to go back to school."

It is Enid this time who gets nervous.

"Wait-you brought us here just to put the flea in our ear, and now I have to be anxious the last two months before going back to school?"

A sadistic smile appears at the painting, Wednesday finally recognizing a typical Addams trait.

"Oh no, don't worry you won't have time to be anxious, you'll be busy with something else. A special training, Wednesday you will have to resume your old training in the deadly arts of Addams."

The painting turns toward the raven with a scowl of reproach.

"You've neglected your training a little too much in recent years."

Another knife implants itself between the painting's eyes.

"I would like to add a bit of magic to it, it would be time for this family to return to its former glory, but unfortunately I am unable to help you, there is, however, an isolated branch of the family that has never stopped, I will see if I can get in touch with them."

Enid petrifies, Wednesday with magic does not bode well. Young Addams, on the other hand, has an ear-to-ear grin that even her Uncle Fester never made her smile so much. But in her ever-hyperactive brain a question creeps deep: Are there any Addams that even they, the main branch of the family, do not know about?

Manor returns to look at Enid, smiling sweetly at her.

"While you Miss Enid I should become a perfect Blood Moon She-wolf."

Enid's expression: ?

"She-wolf of the blood moon? What does that mean? Okay, I turned for the first time during a blood moon but what does that have to do with it?"

The expression on Manor's face softens even more.

"Oh mother what an ignorant pack you've been raised...Wolves don't transform during the blood moon. You know that, don't you?"

"Yes but mine is a separate case, apparently I maybe can transform only during the blood moon, after all at the last full moon I couldn't, maybe I work in reverse..."

Enid says this with a wry tone and an amused smile on her face but something inside her breaks down thinking that she was a more flawed wolf than she thought.

"Oooooh No! No my dear, it's much, much better."

The smile on the boy in the painting was an Addams smile, a genuinely amused but at the same time terrifying smile that portended something horrible.

"You see the Blood Moon Wolves are so called because they are the only ones who can transform during the said moon but they are so because they can transform whenever they want and they are not bound to the full moon."

Wednesday's eyes and mouth wide open, Enid became at one point even more interesting, a wolf able to control transformation--she knew of exceptional cases of wolves transforming even without a full moon in extreme danger but to control transformation was purely theoretical and related to tampering with the wolf's curse through witchcraft, something no one has ever succeeded in doing.

Enid has tears in her eyes and her voice is trembling.

"What would it be like to transform when I want to?"

"A blood moon wolf or rather they are called that because they transform for the first time with the blood moon, but what triggers the transformation is not the full moon as for a normal wolf, but it is you or rather it is the bond you have with your mate, that's why they are also known as bond wolves."

At those last words, the painting's gaze rests on Wednesday who turns slowly toward Enid.

"You mean because of my connection with Wednesday I could transform whenever I want?"

"With training. You see it's not a common thing for people to find a mate, it's such a rare thing that I think it's thousands of years that it hasn't happened, in that I've never seen a blood moon wolf and in the Addams family books and diaries it's only reported once in a few lines and it's a purely theoretical thing there as well because it's a legend."

List limits report signed by Wednesday Addams and Enid Sinclair

Item 4: Enid is prohibited from writing or speaking in any form about their relationship, even anonymously or under pseudonyms. Also to family members or friends.