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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.

Werewolves Of Bloomfield Hills

Stephan observed himself through a dressing mirror with a smirk on his face. He donned a finely tailored black suit which in a way, reflected his maliciousness. His blood rose like a geyser today as he anticipated the havoc he was about to cause, and satisfied with what he saw in the mirror, he left his room, taking the flight of stairs as he headed towards his garage where he entered his Jaguar and zoomed off for the Druid's Tower. 


Chapter 21