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Wednesday frowned as she stepped inside the room.
Something was wrong.
Her eyes immediately fell to the balcony door, slightly ajar in a way she knew hadn't been the case earlier that day when she and Enid left. Then there was the smell, a faint, unknown scent of pine and... Meat?
Lastly was the noise. The almost imperceptible sound of something unsheathing that she had picked up when stepping inside. There could only be one explanation:
There was an assassin in the room.
Excitement filled the young Addams, the last few days after Tyler and Thornhill had been defeated had been awfully monotonous. Surely an assassin would liven things up. Hands gripping the concealed knife she always carried, Wednesday begun making her way inside the room.
Just as she crossed the main arches, not one, but three boys jumped her from Enid's side.
Prepared for the attack, Wednesday managed to avoid and hit the first two who tried grabbing her before tripping the third to the floor.
"You have five seconds to explain yourselves before I start cutting." Wednesday threatened, holding the knife to the fallen boy's neck as he continued to struggle.
He merely growled, and it was only then that she noticed the fangs. Werewolves. That explained how the other two had taken the hits full on without flinching.
What did they want with her?
"My brothers would rip you apart before you could make a single scratch."
In response, the both boys who were watching barred their own fangs.
Wednesday took a second to think about the best course of action. She was sure she could kill the boy in the ground, maybe even the first one who jumped her, but the third would have more than enough time to hit her or even shift.
Her odds of beating a fully transformed werewolf when all she had on her was her regular knife weren't great. That would teach her to start carrying silver or at the very least some wolfsbane.
Just as she was about to risk it, the door swung open, Enid joyfully skipping inside. "Hey, Willa, any chance you-"
The blonde froze mid-sentence, eyes darting between Wednesday and the three intruders. With Enid there things changed significantly, her roommate was more than capable of holding the third boy back while she killed the other two.
She smirked, what a great stroke of luck.
All Wednesday had to do was-
"Balor, Colin, Duncan? What are you doing?"
"Heeey, Enid," the smaller of the three sheepishly smiled. His claws had retracted, only his fangs remaining. He looked exactly like Pugsley when caught doing something stupid.
"You know them?" Wednesday demanded.
A sigh, "It's okay, they're my idiot brothers."
Surprised, Wednesday let go of the struggling boy, arms dropping to her side at the revelation. Enid's brothers? Thinking about it, she vaguely remembered the three sitting with Enid and her parents during parents weekend.
She had been far too busy with her own family to properly process the information back then.
Hadn't there been a fourth one?
Wednesday had never seen them interact once ever since starting at Nevermore, why were they there now?
"What are you guys doing in our room?" Enid frowned, hands on her hips, "Bay?"
"We wanted to speak to Addams." 'Bay' puffed his chest out before scowling at Wednesday. He seemed even more pissed with his sister present. "I'm Balor."
"Colin." The middle one offered, just as hostile.
"Duncan," The smallest smiled, all aggression seemingly gone now that Enid had walked in.
Wednesday raised an eyebrow at that. "I have no business with any of you."
"Yeah, we do!" Balor growled, pointing his clawed index finger at her, and she wondered if Enid would be too upset if she cut it off.
"Hell yeah, we do!" Colin parroted, stepping to his brother's side.
Wednesday stared at both, unimpressed. Now that she really looked at them, she could kind of see the resemblance. They all had light brown curly hair, unlike their sister, but all four Sinclair siblings had the same blue eyes and light freckles on their faces.
Of course, Enid's soft baby blue eyes were much brighter.
"What are you two on about?" Enid grunted, pushing both boys away from Wednesday and getting in between them all.
"Since mom isn't here, and Art graduated, the responsibility has fallen onto me." Balor huffed, eyes never leaving the human.
"And me." Colin pointed at himself.
Enid blinked, confused, and Wednesday could definitely share the sentiment. Were all Sinclairs so difficult to understand?
"... Okay?" The blonde scoffed, "The responsibility of...?"
"Getting to know your mate," Duncan's smile grew.
Enid's entire face went pale as a corpse and then red as a blood moon. "What?!"
"So, Addams," Balor began, clearly trying to seem intimidating. "What are your intentions with our sister?!"