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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 Penny was still in shock, unable to grasp what just happened a few moments ago. As far as she could remember, she was still having a good time with Bale, laughing and having a sudden realization of how beautiful his sparkling blue eyes complimented his looks, and then his tongue was in her mouth, so instantaneous and urgent, demanding and subduing. It wiggled, pulsating as it made contortive sweeps in her mouth. His embrace nearly made her go limp. His quiet fierceness beat down all her resistance (if any), overpowering her. And for the first time, she realized what it was to be possessed completely by kissing. It all happened so fast, but what burdened her was the fact that she would’ve kissed him back had Jane not interrupted. She sobbed in her room now, regretting that all these had happened, and as if he knew, Bale entered her apartment. 


 “What are you doing here?” She stiffened, wiping her tears. 


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