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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Candace stared out the window with her hands clenched by her side, observing as the sun rose from the east, waking lazily from its slumber. She had phased from crying to being furious now. The veins in her neck standing out in livid ridges could attest to that. Stephan had hurt her and with the adrenaline rush surging through her veins, she vowed to make him pay. Repeating the words as if to reassure herself, Candace softened slightly when she felt Penny’s arms snaking about her slowly. 


“He took my husband from me. That lying bastard!” She screamed through clenched teeth, tearing up again. 


“I know, but dad would want you to let go — for your own sake” Penny fully embraced her from behind. It was easy for her to say. After all, she had not been with him long enough. He died when she was a kid, and her memories with him were all hazy now. 


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