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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Bale stood on his balcony, inhaling the evening's cool breeze as he observed the Druid's yard with newfound respect. In a way, this was also his method of escaping his problems. He inhaled again, filling his lungs with this therapeutic breeze before his eyes caught something, and his face contorted into a frown. 


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