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

Before noon the next day, the death of Topher had already spread like wildfire, shocking those that knew him to the core. It was difficult to believe that someone as energetic and alive as him could eventually die. Topher was known as a very rambunctious kid, so it was a slap to everyone’s face that he had just reached the end of the line. Even worse, how he had died. Everyone had made plausible suggestions and it had been surmised that he had died on his way to Bloomfield Hills. His car had somersaulted violently causing him to break his neck which was the principal cause of his death and not the fire. 


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