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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

With the first leap she took, everything seemed to cease for Penny. The breeze, the crawling insects, and the flying birds all seemed to slow down her; or perhaps she was running incredibly fast. Whichever one it was, she loved it; but couldn’t discern how she was doing it. It all felt natural to her like walking or jumping would feel. Sprinting as fast as she was doing wasn’t even taking a toll on her. If even more, it made her feel more excited. 


Chapter 27