The dorm smelled faintly of lavender and old stone when she first wheeled her suitcase inside. She hesitated at the door, small and unsure, her presence almost swallowed by the echo of the hallways. Being the runt of her pack meant she was used to blending into the background—smaller, quieter, and more overlooked than the rest. Most of the time, her packmates forgot she was even there. But when her eyes landed on her new roommate, she froze.

Agnes DeMille was perched on the bed nearest the window, pale fingers tucked into her sleeves, gaze sharp and unreadable. The Vanisher wasn’t known for being approachable—half the school thought of her as unsettling—but in that instant, something shifted. Agnes’s usually cold expression softened ever so slightly as she looked at her, and her first thought, unbidden and startling, was: she’s really cute.

The warmth of that moment didn’t last. Later that day, in the quad, voices had risen. Wednesday Addams, eyes like daggers, tore into Agnes for her constant shadowing, her obsessive need to hover close. “I don’t need you trailing after me,” Wednesday snapped, each word like a blade. “I don’t want your attention. I don’t want your friendship.” The rejection hit Agnes like a physical blow, though she didn’t let it show—not there. She vanished in the middle of the crowd, invisible before the first tears could fall.

That night, she pushed open the door to their dorm and stopped. At first glance, the room seemed empty. But her werewolf senses picked up the uneven rhythm of breath, the faintest sound of someone trying not to sob. She padded softly toward Agnes’s bed and sat down, ignoring the cold press of emptiness against the mattress until the Vanisher flickered into view—curled in on herself, eyes red, her hands trembling where they clutched the blanket.

Without hesitation, she reached out, her smaller hand covering Agnes’s. “You’re not invisible,” she whispered, her voice gentle but firm, the way she never managed to sound around her pack. “At least not to me.”

Agnes’s breath caught. No one had ever said words like that to her. And as their eyes met, two outcasts—one forgotten by her own kind, the other unseen by the world—found something neither had expected: a place where they could finally be seen.