Molly enters her flat, her heart heavy and her brain whirring. She is fighting between the urge to mourn the end of her engagement in a glass of wine and her curiosity—how did Sherlock get the blood sample in the first place? And from where? Damn it, she curses herself. She should have asked around about the animal attack victim. Maybe she can call Lestrade.
She puts down her purse on the couch and takes out her phone. She sits down and puts up her feet on the coffee table. She dials his number. She twirls a strand of hair around her finger. Her eyes fall on the calendar on the table. The full moon is in two days. Her first time. Terrific.
Lestrade picks up the phone, "Molly?"
"Yeah. Hi. Umm I need to ask you something."
"Sure. Go ahead."
"I heard there was an animal attack victim that came in recently?"
"Yeah. Guy named Igor Jablonski. Dr. Raffles did the autopsy. How did you hear about it?"
"Yeah," Molly tries to find an excuse, "Sherlock was complaining about Dr. Raffles."
She hears him laugh. She had successfully sold the lie. She laughs softly too. Then Lestrade asks, "Why, are you interested? But Dr Raffles took care of it."
"No no," she panics, "It is just that it happened around here. So I was just concerned about-"
"Yeah don't worry Molly, the animal control guys are on it."
"Oh. Okay. Thank you. Goodnight Greg."
"Goodnight." He disconnects.
She runs her fingers through her hair and rises from her seat. She strolls in to the kitchen to get that glass of wine, her mind wandering. She can safely assume Sherlock had stolen the blood sample. But what bothers her is why would Sherlock steal the blood in the first place? What does he know?
And this attack happened on the day she was bitten. She thinks as if her fuzzy memory and this incident were connected. But for now, she cannot join the dots.
She comes back to the couch and sits down. Her eyes fall on the calendar again. A shiver runs down her arms again. She will turn for the very first time. She stands up and goes into her kitchen again. One glass just would not do tonight.

Gustav wakes up with a start. Again that nightmare. A werewolf and a dead body, slashed to ribbons on the ground. Usually that body is his.
He sits up on his bed and stares into the darkness trying to remember where he is. Oh yeah he is at this hotel he owns. Running and hiding from Augustus Lowndes. Why is he even afraid of that guy? He is an Alpha and that guy is a Beta. A Beta cannot win against an Alpha. But still Augustus manages to scare him good because he is a killer. He has heard stories about how Igor had used Augustus to wipe off the southern factions that were warring against Igor. Plus Augustus with his cold intelligence always scared him more than Igor with his brute force.
He rubs his face. He sighs as he regrets engaging in that very public display of hatred four days before with Igor himself.
The packs had met for a conference, for 'discussions' (Gustav felt these meetings is a farce, as if anyone will sacrifice bloodlust for 'discussions'!). Gustav had started construction on a waterfront property apparently too close to Igor's property. The meeting had turned into a fight in less than a minute. It had only ceased when Augustus had his claws on his neck, looking down at him with those cold, hard eyes. The look that Augustus had given him—he could never forget it.
He slams back down on his pillows again. He needs to come with a counterattack but he had no idea how to even begin. He is wondering if you even win against a man like Augustus Lowndes. He hears a sound. He sits up again. Someone knocks on the door. He says, "Come in."
A woman enters, "Miles is dead. Lowndes and the pack got to him. They attacked the penthouse."
He rubs his face. Miles was one of his best men. He flings off his covers and leaps to his feet. He stands up straight and says, "Get everyone to Hertfordshire NOW! None of us are safe here."
"Everyone?"
"YES!"
She leaves and walks down the corridor; chewing her lips in despair as to how will she ever manage to transport thirty-one werewolves to Hertfordshire.
Gustav starts dressing. He grabs the keys to his car and rushes out. As he gets to the parking lot opposite to the hotel, he sees a familiar person in a red jacket walk by him. Said person is too distracted, but Gustav gets a sudden inspiration.

Augustus stands over the dead man previously known as Miles, his claws are dripping with blood. Vlad and Irina are turning the penthouse upside down. No use, Gustav Akraka is not here, but he is sure the news has reached him.
Irina comes back and stands beside him. She says, "Nothing here."
"I know. We leave for Hertfordshire," Augustus says, considering his information is right.
"Whatever for?" Vlad asks. Augustus rolls his eyes. Whatever potential did Igor see in this guy when he turned him? He sighs and walks away.
Irina smacks Vlad lightly on his hands as if to say not to question the boss. Vlad growls softly. He does not like his new boss one bit.

The inspiration he had now transformed into a plan in the two hours it took to get here. Gustav is now enclosed in his office, with a bottle of bourbon at his side. He will wait for Augustus here. He makes a call first, "Hello? Yeah, tell the others to step down and leave." Protests on the other end. "No no I know what I am doing. Just do as I say," more protests, "Please. Okay? Okay."
He puts down the phone and stares out of the window. He can see the hills from here. Now let the waiting game begin.

Augustus stands at the property's edge. It is very scenic. Rolling hills on one side and woods on the other. The same woods where the three of them are hiding. The moonlight gives it a certain ambience. He looks up at the moon. The full moon is on the day after tomorrow, he notes.
He walks up to the porch. He hears Irina say, "Don't you think it is too quiet?"
Augustus nods. Vlad says, "Is this a trap?"
Augustus says, "I don't know."
He rings the doorbell. He allows himself a grin when he sees the looks on the faces of his companions. A pretty girl with large blue eyes opens the door. She looks at them with eyes wide in fear. Augustus dons his best crowd-pleaser smile and says, "I am Augustus. I am here to see Gustav."
She gulps, "He is upstairs, in the study," she moves to make way for them, "Go upstairs, it is the second door on the right."
They walk in. Augustus turns the girl, "Thank you, uh you didn't give me your name."
"Goldie." She even blushes. Irina scowls."Thank you Goldie. You have very pretty eyes." Goldie giggles. Irina's scowl deepens. Vlad just rolls his eyes.
They walk up the stairs and turn left. Sure enough Gustav stands at the study door with a complacent smile. He says, "Hello Augustus."
"Hello Gustav. Ready to die?" As if on cue, Vlad and Irina start growling, their eyes glowing and claws out.
Gustav gives a shaky laugh, "Oh come on. I didn't kill Igor. What could I possibly achieve by killing him? Come in, have a drink and I will tell you a secret." He waves them in his study. They walk in, eyes still glaring at him.
He starts speaking again after they are seated, "I didn't kill Igor. But I know who did."
"Who?"
"Jackson Whittemore."
Vlad asks, "Who is that?"
Augustus answers, "A lone wolf. He is not affiliated to any pack."
"We—Igor and I—tried recruiting him but he refused-"
Irina rises from her seat, "Liar! Why would he kill Igor?"
"Because he is forming his own pack! We all killed or maimed when we were forming our own packs!"
"And how do you know all this?" Augustus asks in a cool voice, rubbing his lower lip.
Gustav hesitates when he sees the gleam in Augustus's eyes. He lies, "He tried to kill me too."
Augustus rises and signals the other two to leave the room. After they leave, he puts his hands on Gustav's shoulders and leans. He brings his mouth to his ears and says, "Good for you. Now I don't kill you. But yeah, congratulations, you are an excellent liar." And he leaves throwing one smirk at Gustav over his shoulders.
Gustav collapses on his chair and pours himself a drink. That took way too much effort. What did he mean by that? If Augustus knew he was indeed lying then why did he not do anything? He takes a sip and thanks all heavens for Jackson Whittemore to walk by him in his red jacket. The American now shall regret not coming to his pack. He takes another sip.

Augustus joins the other two outside. They walk in silence through the woods till they reach their car. Irina asks, "Now what?"
"Spread word. Augustus Lowndes wants to find Jackson Whittemore, Igor Jablonski's killer."