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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"You gotta be fucking kidding me" Penelope exclaimed in shock. She found it difficult to believe what the druid had just said. What did he mean Bale was her mate? Just when she was beginning to think that being a werewolf was fun, then this bomb. 


"Hendell, how's this possible?" Bale who looked more disturbed than Penny, folded his arms across his chest. 


"You should know we don't make these decisions. Selene does. And no one knows why she does the things she does." the druid replied calmly. He could sense the tension between the two of them. 


"Look, I don't have the answers you seek. The best I can do for you guys is just let you figure this out by yourselves." Hendell rose from his seat when he couldn't take the disturbance anyone. Grabbing a cigar from its case, he left his office, abandoning Bale and Penny inside. 


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