Month 6
Remus loved his sister, more than he could ever explain, he loved her to the ends of the earth, even if he hadn't been showing it lately. And that was his fatal flaw, adhering to his mother's thoughts and opinions, ostracising Enid as if her struggle to wolf out was her fault. He had failed her, his youngest sibling, his Pup, but he refused to continue to fail her, not when she needed him so desperately. Now more than ever. He would be there, to protect her, even if that meant protecting her from their mother, the very same woman responsible for their existence.
Chris wasn't bright, he knew that, his mother ensured that he knew that, but if he did know something it was that Esther Sinclair was a terrible mother. She treated her children with such disdain that Chris often wondered why she had them, why procreate if you're going to do nothing but degrade them? That was something, one of many things that he didn't know. But it didn't matter, not to him, he was only a few years shy of graduating college, and finding a job before moving out. But Enid wasn't close, she didn't have that luxury, and Chris would do anything and everything to protect her from the monster that raised them.
Nikolai was one of the many children that his mother often forgot about, he wasn't the eldest, like Remus, nor the youngest like Enid, although he was aware that his mothers attention on Enid was far from pleasant nor revolving around the fact that she was the baby of the family. He was simply there, and to Esther easily forgotten, but he didn't hate her, he like to think that he understood her on some level, she was young when Remus was born, and her family applied large amounts of pressure on the idea of mating and having a family that he could excuse certain behaviours. He followed along with them all too often. But Enid, she was his baby sister, their Pup, and he would never understand nor forgive her if she chose to hurt her.
Danny loved Enid, truly he did, she for a time was the thing his mother loved the most, until Esther realised that Enid couldn't wolf out. And she went from the apple of her eye, to nothing but another mouth to feed. And that was for a time where their relationship ended, Enid was there, and as a teenage girl, her and Danny had nothing in common to justify spending time together, something that wasn't helped by Esther's continued efforts to divide the family. That was his mistake, giving in so easily and using excuses, Enid was his sister, and a part of his pack, wether she had shifted or not and he would not allow Esther to take that away from them.
Max attended Nevermore for a year with Enid before he graduated, but even with that they didn't spend very much time together. Max was either with his friends or with the pack, he didn't deliberately ignore her, he just didn't have the time to spend with her. That was only worsened by the fact Enid struggled to shift, not that that was her fault but Max was wrapped up in the pack mentality that he ingested the idea that if you didn't shift or couldn't shift your weren't a worthy werewolf to spent time with. And then he heard about the O'Connor brother and their behaviour toward Enid, his baby sister. He should have been there to protect her, and he wasn't, but that wasn't a mistake he would make again.
William didn't shift until he was 13 which by werewolf standards is late, his brothers had all managed it by 12 but he took an extra year. He never considered how much worse Enid had it, she was 15 and hadn't shifted, that's three years longer than average, 1,000 days. It never crossed his mind, but it should have, he shouldn't have been relived that the mockery had moved past him to another target, he should have stood by her and he didn't, and for that he didn't deserve Enid's forgiveness. But he would damn well try to earn it, because he was her older brother, one of her seven in built protectors and he needed to re-earn the title.
Colin never had a warm relationship with Esther, by the time he was born she was sick of having boys, to the point where she basically left his father alone to raise him, and not long after than Enid was born, the first girl, after a half dozen attempts she finally had a girl, and the little attention he did get was gone. As if it never existed in the first place. Perhaps he ought to thank Enid for that, she did him a favour, based on his brother's less than warm opinions of her perhaps he was lucky. But his resentment toward Enid wasn't, he was jealous of her of that attention, and he was sorry. And he would spend every day for the rest of his life trying to make it up to her if that's what she needed.
Which is why all Seven boys stood protectively in front of Enid as their parents or to be more accurate their mother glared and occasionally growled at her.
There father simply sat there, complacent as he so often was, unable or unwilling to stand up for himself or his children.
He was the outlier, all eight Sinclair children could bond over their dislike toward their mother, but their father, there was nothing to be said other than he was spineless.
And none could ever count on him for help, not with the pack or at home, the setting didn't matter nor the people in their company. Their father simply sat and stared.
And if Enid couldn't lean on him then it was their responsibility, they were the men of the house and they would protect their Pup.
The secret was out, Esther knew, and she wasn't pleased by it.