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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The sun swam slowly to the west, tainting the sky orange as it did its daily cycle. It has been two days now since the fall of the Druids Tower. And in those two days, a lot had happened. The Paranormal Bureau was still taking in their losses while The Resistance still struggled to find their place in the present world. Even with Stephan gone, they refused to surrender and a good number of them died for it, and those who survived went into hiding, locking themselves up in their pack where they were untouchable (as per the rules that guided the werewolf world) vowing to return when the time was right. As for the rest of the world, the humans were still on the edge with the news of the existence of supernatural creatures living among them. 


Bale fiddled with his hair, drinking in the cool evening breeze of Bloomfield Hills as he waited before the Aubrey’s door and in a short while, Penny attended to him. 


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