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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No matter how wide interest and belief may vary, everyone had the same expression when Canaan dropped the child. They all lost their jaws, gaping at him as if they were in a trance. It was somehow difficult to believe that Canaan was really that wicked. But amongst all these bewildered men, Bale was the only one impulsive enough to stand up to him. 


“How could you be this wicked?” Bale was on his feet at once, clearly displeased 


“Oh, hey there. I was just doing my fucking job!” Canaan towered over him intimidatingly. 


“Sure you were. You didn’t have to kill her!” 


Chapter 31