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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For several long seconds, Hendell just stood there, staring at Stephan, and at his demise, unable to handle the pain he was feeling deep down. 


“So it has come to this?” He asked Stephan, a man whom he once considered a friend. 


“Don’t do that, Hendell. Don’t make things complicated. You should’ve known that if you dance with the devil long enough, he’s bound to step on your feet” Stephan was on his feet now, ready for action. 


“Let’s say you’re right for a moment, do you even know how to use that thing?” 


“To free the Comedentis, Stephan, you would need a strong druid. I don’t think I’m your guy” Hendell tried to elude his demise by being coy, but Stephan wasn’t ready to take chances. 


“Don’t give me that crap Hendell. You’re a very strong druid!” He replied irritably. He didn’t have time for Hendell’s shenanigans. 


“I’m flattered that you consider me strong, but there are druids stronger than me” 


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