One hour and fifty-three minutes ago

"So," Stiles starts as they strap themselves in a helicopter graciously provided by Mycroft Holmes, "Will you tell us why we are going to Hertfordshire?"
Sherlock settles in and says, "Igor Jablonski did not kill Katyusha Novik because he was trying to preserve his reputation. He killed her because she was standing in Igor's way of bringing his son into the pack."
"Why would not she want to?" Jackson asks.
"Would you give your son away to the man who raped you?" Sherlock asks.
Jackson shakes his head, "Okay. She was afraid of Igor because she knew what he was capable of and if she did come from a powerful family, then Augustus would be one powerful werewolf too."
"And he has displayed his great power over the years," Derek nods, "So basically Igor wanted a weapon, an enforcer and Katyusha did not want her son to become a murderer."
Sherlock smiles at Derek. Not bad, he muses. He says, "Yes."
"But why do you think Molly has been taken to Akraka's estate?" Stiles asks again.
"Katyusha was killed by Igor there. And as far as I have understood the dead man, he was ruthless but smart. Katyusha had been successful in keeping Augustus away from Igor for sixteen years and Igor knew that. He had to think of a way to bring Augustus to his side. So he brought Katyusha out here by some pretense and killed her. Then he went to Augustus and fed him fables of how Akraka or any member of his pack was responsible for his mother's death. He was sixteen, he had lost his mother, so he would believe anything."
"And Igor promised him revenge and protection," Stiles says, "So how could Augustus refuse?"
"Exactly."
The rest of the journey was spent in silence. When the helicopter reached the edge of Akraka's estate they became alert again.
Derek and Jackson take off their headsets and try focusing their senses of smell, sound and sight. They both point in one direction and Sherlock gestures the pilot to follow that direction. They finally spot the clearing where Augustus had taken Molly. The floodlights blaze on and Sherlock, getting hold of a megaphone (which was there), shouts, "GET AWAY FROM HER YOU SON OF A BITCH!"

Molly smiles. She'd recognise that voice anywhere. Sherlock is here. A renewed energy starts flowing in her blood. The effect of the flowers had lessened and she is trying to gain some strength. She feels strong arms wrapping around her and trying to pull her back. Molly does not turn around to know it is Irina. God, she is far too angry for this. She manages to break her hold and turning around, swiftly punches her. As Irina sways a bit and tumbles over, Molly feels smug satisfaction at getting her revenge.
Derek and Jackson jump off the helicopter as it starts lowering to the ground. They roll off and stand upright, canines and claws out, ready to fight. Augustus charges at them, not too happy with this interference.
Sherlock and Stiles get down as soon as the helicopter touches ground. Sherlock runs towards Molly. She sees him coming, and runs to him as well. They collide and Molly's strength almost tips Sherlock over but he does not mind as hugs her close.
"I am sorry it took me so long," Sherlock whispers.
"It is okay," Molly says. Her heart races but her mind is still a bit cloudy when she blurts, "I thought I was going to die. I thought I was never going to see you again and tell you that I am in love with you."
Sherlock stops breathing for a few seconds. Molly realises what she just said. She pulls out of his embrace and stares at her shoes, cursing herself for not filtering her words.
Sherlock says, "Molly, I have never, I mean—"
"You bitch!" Irina had fully recovered and she swings at Molly. She almost scratches her but Molly shifts. She pushes Sherlock away from her as she turns around to face Irina. This little redhead is making her real mad now. But since Molly never had any real training in combat, she is just swinging it and trying not to get punched, kicked or scratched.
Stiles suddenly disappears into the wood and comes running back to Sherlock with two stout branches in his hand. He gives one to Sherlock, saying, "So yeah. For protection. Because well you know." With that he points to the wrestling trio of Derek, Jackson and Augustus. Jackson had fallen and there is blood seeping into his t-shirt. Derek is getting easily beat down by Augustus.
"Looks like they are no match for Lowndes," Stiles says, shivering slightly. He turns his head to see that Sherlock is no longer beside him. He has gone up to Molly and Irina. With all his strength, he swings the branch at Irina's head. The wood makes a loud thunk as it comes to contact with Irina's skull. She becomes unconscious again.
Molly smiles at Sherlock who smiles back. Then they hear a yelp coming from Stiles's' direction. They both rush over to see that Augustus has Stiles in a chokehold. Molly shouts, "Let him go!"
Augustus turns to look at her. He flashes his teeth and grins, "Of course. Silly moi, my mistake. This one isn't as much important as that one right?" With that he drops Stiles, who doubles and starts wheezing, pushing precious oxygen into his lungs.
Augustus saunters over to Molly and Sherlock. He pushes Molly hard as she flies back and comes to the ground. She hears a crunch and she is pretty certain, she broke a rib. Pain engulfs her for a second but she bats it away as she concentrates on trying to stand up. She sees Augustus push Sherlock to the ground. He has his fingers wrapped around Sherlock's neck and she could see in the dying light that his face is turning purple. She cries, "No don't! Please don't!"
Augustus stops. He chuckles, "Of course. Suffocation isn't apt here. Won't it be more romantic if I took out his heart? Yes. That's better."
He takes his fingers off from Sherlock's neck. The air fills his lung's again but he knows that is a brief respite. He cannot overpower this guy. He sees with trepidation as Augustus grins down at him. His eyes turn red. He raises his claws, Sherlock closes his eyes. This is it.
But then nothing happens. Sherlock opens his eyes. He feels something wet down his shirt. He realises it is blood. But not his blood. He looks up and sees that the blood is dripping down from Augustus's chest. Their eyes meet. Augustus sways and falls over Sherlock.
Sherlock pushes his lifeless body over and sits up, still too astonished. Then he sees Molly standing over. A still-beating heart in her hand and her eyes were glowing red. He is speechless. She mumbles, "I could not let him kill you. I could not let him kill you."
Sherlock gets to his feet. He wraps his arms around her as she keeps on chanting how she could not let him die. She finally comes back to her real self and starts crying. She notices the heart in her hand. She throws it to the ground. She does not even care the blood she smears over Sherlock's coat as she hugs him back.
"I was so scared, I don't even know what happened. Is he dead?" she asks.
"Yes. Yes, we can safely say that when you tore his heart out," Sherlock replies.
"Oh my God! What did I do? I am—I am a—"
"Don't you dare say that! He was the monster. You saved my life…again."
She smiles as she pulls away. She tugs his head closer and kisses him softly. She feels his smile under her lips. They pull away when they hear Stiles say, "That was amazing!"
Derek is up on his feet again. He puts his arm around Jackson's waist and they both limp towards Stiles. Derek says, "I saw that too."
"But I don't—"
"Love is a vicious motivator," Stiles says. Molly blushes.
"It was like I could not let Augustus kill him. So I ran over and since he was so busy trying to kill Sherlock, he must haven't noticed me. I did the only thing that felt plausible," Molly says.
Derek says, "Show me."
Molly locks her gaze with him and they all gasp when they see her brown eyes turning a bright ruby red. Stiles whistles, " Whoa. You are an Alpha now."
"But I don't want to be," Molly mutters.
"It doesn't make you any less or more than what you are," Sherlock says.
Derek smiles, "Yeah he is right. You are still the same person. More powerful is the only change."
"Yeah Molly, I can be your Beta now," Jackson grins, "Now that is a pack I would gladly join."
"Yeah and even after we have gone back home, you can keep me and Derek on speed dial," Stiles reassures.
Molly smiles. Suddenly they hear a sound. They whip their head around to see that Irina is coming back to consciousness. She gets to her feet and makes eye contact with Molly. She growls.
Molly detangles herself from Sherlock's arms and walks over to her. She growls and notes with satisfaction the fear in Irina's eyes when she sees her red eyes. Molly says in a menacing tone, "If you mention what happened here to anyone, I will personally tear your limbs off."
Irina gulped and promptly took off. Molly gives a nervous laugh and says, "Well that felt good."
The men chuckle.

A/N. Epilogue will be up by tomorrow!