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

The first two hours of the six-hour drive to Marquette proved to be the most astonishing in Bale's life. At first, he'd been uptight with Penny, snubbing her questions, until somehow she managed to break his walls and got him to start talking. And from there, they got to know each other more, and he found out that she wasn't as bad as he'd thought her to be. 


"So why don't you like me?" He had asked her when he got fully comfortable around her. 


"Point of correction, I don't hate you" she defended then, laughing lightly. "It's just that you're proud... . Like there's something about you, that commands respect. It's like an unseen force that announces you as something that's supposed to be worshiped." 


"Oh, that? I get that a lot. That's my aura as alpha" he replied her, laughing too. 


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