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 a window in the hall, his hands clasped behind his back as he watched The Resistance and the other werewolves drive out of the compound. He looked calm now even though he had not yet recovered from Stephan's blow. 


"You know, I've always suspected something like this would happen," he said with the air of thinking aloud. "But Stephan spearheading it..." he shook his head then turned to face Bale. 


"What should we do now?" the younger man asked. "Those men have gone completely mad. They're going to drag us down with them if we don't do something." 


"I know, Bale, but there's not much we can do to prevent this impending chaos." he sighed. "The only solution is to make it end fast." 


"What do you mean?" Bale asked, confused. 


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