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musing_wayCharacter: Mycroft Holmes
Fandom: BBC Sherlock
Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I profit by this writing.
Word Count: 110
He and his brother are the very last of them, of the Wolves of London. Everybody believed the Wolves died in the second world war, and they had - all but one. She was a spy for the government, and as all spies are wont to do, she never gave away all her secrets. They never knew she was a wolf, and her mate didn't either.
Her sons knew.
Oh, they knew.
She brought them up to remain human in form but wolf in spirit, finding this a fitting punishment for the world that had destroyed her kind.
One son ruled the world, the other terrorized it.
Fitting punishment indeed.
Fandom: BBC Sherlock
Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I profit by this writing.
Word Count: 110
He and his brother are the very last of them, of the Wolves of London. Everybody believed the Wolves died in the second world war, and they had - all but one. She was a spy for the government, and as all spies are wont to do, she never gave away all her secrets. They never knew she was a wolf, and her mate didn't either.
Her sons knew.
Oh, they knew.
She brought them up to remain human in form but wolf in spirit, finding this a fitting punishment for the world that had destroyed her kind.
One son ruled the world, the other terrorized it.
Fitting punishment indeed.