Sherlock Holmes
The great detective is facing the greatest mystery: Love
Could he solve the puzzle in his heart?
More romance between Holmes and Irene Adler. Also extra story about John Watson's unrequited love
From vampire to werewolf, the great d...
The other young werewolves greet Holmes with a nod.
Their pack's numbers has grown a little bit. Adam has met few young werewolves online. He convinced them to join their pack, Scarlett Moon. Now there are ten members in the pack.
Anya is still their Alpha. John is the Beta. Holmes is the honor member because he's the Alpha's mate.
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Holmes looks tired. He hasn't slept well since Anya's death. He knows it's his fault. Her blood is on his hands.
Irene rises from her seat between the other pack members. There aren't enough seat so all of them just sit on the floor.
She massages his stiff shoulders before asking, "Have you eaten lunch yet? You left very early this morning. You didn't even eat breakfast."
"I failed Anya. Moriarty has left the country. Nothing I could do to stop him. He even took Josh with him."
"There's nothing you could do, Holmes. He is his child. You are just a human being."
Holmes sighs.
He hates being so powerless.
Irene says, "Mycroft called and left a message he wanted to meet you. The usual spot."
"Irene, I'm not in the mood to see him..."
She smirks when she says, "Told him you'd say that. He said he would tell me Top ten of Sherlock's darkest secret."
Sherlock looks upset. He warns, "Well, he better kept quiet."
He goes quickly toward the door again.
Irene asks, "Lunch?"
"I'll grab something from a street vendor on the way," replies Holmes.
He knows Mycroft's dark humor, if he kept him waiting too long, he might leak some secrets to Irene.
Holmes isn't ready to let her know everything about him yet. Especially his identity as half vampire. Werewolf and vampire are sworn enemies by nature. Don't know what Irene would think of him.
When Mycroft meant the usual spot, it's his favorite spot in Regents Park. In the zoo, near the penguin cage.
"I know why you love them. They look just like you in Tux," mocks his little brother.
Mycroft mocks, "You look terrible. Need the tonic?"
"No. I don't need those fangs. Hate them."
"She's your mate. She needs to know it."
"No, Mycroft. Not now. When our relationship is just started and fragile."
Mycroft only smiles. There's a hint of sadness in his eyes.
