Case of the Summer Wolf

by nilonightbreeze

Werewolves, vampires, witches. Sherlock Holmes hated the idea of such things, but when a rational mind is faces with the unrational how will the great detective react? Will he end this reign of terror or become just another victim?

I do not own Sherlock Holmes or any of the characters

Elizabeth Foster walked the cold, foggy, streets of London alone. She knew she shouldn't be out so late, but she had to find her master's cat.

"Here, Snowball!" Elizabeth called. She was glad of the the candle street lights on an otherwise dark street. Every once and awhile the full moon would pierce through a thin veil of cloud and fog, but did little to illuminate the streets.

Elizabeth pulled her shawl tighter. London was always cold at night, even in June.

"Snowball!" Elizabeth called again. The quite of the night was unnerving. She shivered. Suddenly the sound of something snuffling behind her had her turning around. Nothing but a rat scurrying down an alley.

"Disgusting vermin, " Elizabeth spat. She turned around to continue on her way when she ran into the creature.

Her scream of terror tore the fragile fabric of the night only to be cut short the creature gave a howl of victory before it began to feed.