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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On the agreed day of the meeting, Hendell sat behind a desk in his study, smoking a cigar as he waited patiently for Stephan. This man who was once his friend (as he’d severed all ties with him) was a punctual person, so he knew he didn’t have to wait for long before he arrived. But while he waited, Hendell took this opportunity to reminisce about a few things and nothing in particular. He allowed his eyes to glance lazily over the furniture in his study as his thoughts wandered off as well, and just then, he had a sudden realization of how his study had a great semblance to the one he had in the Druid’s Tower; from the opulently furnished chairs to the rugs, to the paintings, and the antiques — not that it mattered anyway. He allowed these little things to preoccupy his mind, till Stephan finally arrived. He was still seated there behind his desk when Stephan entered — of course, he knew every nook and cranny of this house like it was his own. 


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