Chapter 13

(The Immortal Council.)

Someplace on another continent, there was a factory that produced paper. The building was old and stretched from front to back like three adjoining coaches on a train. Inside humans worked the machines by hand to attain those perfectly pressed white sheets.

In a spacious room with only ten chairs around a large table, the Immortal Council met, camouflaged as a board meeting for factory affairs.

"We received news that Saint the Werewolf is dead. "

Lucinda Pitters stated. She had travelled a long way away from her Island, for this meeting and was hoping that she could convince the council to stop Simeon from proceeding with his murder of her kind. Simeon was in his right to kill Saint, but the other wolves that he was killing out of bitterness was immoral.

"I think we should pass a law to prohibit him from killing another wolf, surely his right for revenge is has been accomplished."

She stated.

The leader of the Wizards smirked loudly.

"You know by now that Sim
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