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 look on Hendell’s face after the call was that of confusion and satisfaction. He was satisfied the Bureau had finally called just as he predicted but confused that they came in person, and not the faxes they were used to getting. He didn’t let the latter bother him much anyway, because as they say, “change is constant”. Perhaps they’d just sent a delegate to collect their bills in cash for violating a direct order. Who were they kidding, thinking the Bureau wouldn’t notice what they had done? A large number of people migrating out of Michigan was something even a blind man could see. 


 “A Delegate from the Bureau? Well, that’s news to me. I wonder what they want” Candace broke his train of thought. 


 “I’d be damned if I knew.” He heaved a heavy sigh and rose from his seat. 


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