7 Weeks Later
The roaring fire was crackling in the sitting room, and the smell of cloves and cinnamon filled the air. It was now Christmas Eve. Sherlock, Molly, Victoria, Mycroft, and the Watsons were gathered at Mr. and Mrs. Holmes's place. The children were playing with their toys on the floor, each being allowed to open one gift each after dinner.
Sherlock walked in with a ginger nut in hand, taking notice of his wife with reading glasses perched on her nose. She held the book she was reading in one hand whilst she used her magic to stir the spoon in her tea with the other. It looked as though she had a hard time concentrating. Just to think, a few weeks ago, she had almost slipped away from him and their daughter. His heart hurt to think about it.
Molly felt his presence, and looked up into his eyes. "There you are," she smiled. "I knew you snuck off for another biscuit." Despite her bubbly disposition, Sherlock could see there was something bothering her.
"What's wrong?" he asked. "I can hear you thinking."
"I've just been a bit worried is all," Molly replied. "I keep thinking back to what Janine said. She's not part of a coven. That makes her rogue. How many more are out there that could be a danger to us?"
"I haven't the slightest idea, darling, but perhaps we should focus on the here and now," Sherlock advised. "It's Christmas Eve, and we're here with our family and friends. We have all of next year to worry about this."
Molly shook her head. "You're right. I shouldn't stress over what hasn't happened yet. I know where that got us last time. I am sorry, you know."
"I know." Sherlock took her hand and pulled her close. "You did what you had to do. And I love you for that."
They both turned to look at their daughter, whose face was scrunched up as if she were about to sneeze. Everyone was prepared for what may happen when she did. She and Rosie were a handful when it came to their uncontrolled powers. The smallest squeak of a sneeze came out, but nothing was amiss…nothing except that Victoria's ears were now baby wolf ears.
"She's both—Sherlock, she's both." Molly was astounded.
They had quite a few years yet before she would be able to fully transition, but they knew their hands were gonna be very full. After all, there's never been anyone who was ever half of one and half of the other—it was usually the dominant power that won out. Victoria was going to be a force to be reckoned with one day.
Author's Note: So, like I said in my author's note in the previous chapter, this epilogue closes some things while leaving other things open just in case I decide to write a 3rd one next year. I hope y'all enjoyed my story! I don't personally think this one was as good as the first Spellbound, but it has its own charm. Happy kickoff to the Sherlolly Halloween at 221B celebration!