The 'Druid's Tower' gloomed in darkness, save for the flickering torches that barely lit it. And housed at the center of a rotunda in the Druid's Tower, was a very large wooden grey table known as 'The Council' (with the alphas of the different packs in Michigan seated about it). 
For generations, serious matters had been brought and settled before The Council. But was it the case of this present matter? 
A mischievous werewolf had killed not one, not two but three alpha werewolves, leaving the council wondering what he might decide to do with the amount of power he has gained.

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Hendell stood before Candace, shielding her with his towering mass as they watched Penelope thrash in her bed. It was a terrifying sight. The horrifying sound of her bones cracking and rearranging filled the air as she began to shift. First, it was her face that began to grow into a snout, then her skin growing silver-grey furs, and finally her waist narrowing after she'd hulked in size. It was horrendous, even more so when suddenly her silver-grey fur began to illuminate like individual bulbs, emitting a blinding bright light that soon filled the room. It lasted for a second, then it was gone. And on the bed where Penelope lay before was now a beautiful but vicious-looking silver-grey wolf with matching silver eyes. 


"It can't be!" were the words that came out of the druid's mouth as he bowed on one knee immediately. "Selene!" he called the wolf. 


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