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 nights in Marquette Harbor were always freakishly cold, and Penny found out about this the hard way. It was even worse here because a faulty heater had been installed in the cabin and so she had to rely on duvets to keep herself warm. It was also disappointing to know that the werewolf trope she’d seen on Wikipedia that they could regulate their temperature in all forms was a lie. Or perhaps her ‘temperature regulator’ as Bale had called it was broken. That was definitely sarcasm at its peak, she knew. 


 She lifted her head from the duvet she had covered herself with and sighed in relief when she saw Bale coming back with the hot tea he had gone to make her. Handing her the tea, Bale sat down on the couch with her and continued to gist her about one historical werewolf story. He had been going about this all evening, moving from one interesting story to another as if to make sure that she was not only physically trained but intellectually and historically equipped too. 


Chapter 28