'Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to Bruce, happy birthday to you.' Bruce standing there blushing, grinning from ear to ear. picks up his glass and says. "Thanks everybody for the birthday wishes." "I never thought I would reach twenty five after being turned. But joining the pack has changed my life, it was something that I never saw coming. But I'm glad I'm here." "I know all of you aren't blood, but you are my family, Thank you!" Tipping back his glass and finishing it off.  'Yeah!!' yells the pack in excitement.<br/><br/>Charles the pack leader, raises a hand to quiet the group, "Everyone, I know we are having a good time tonight celebrating a brothers completion of another year of life. But we also have some business to discuss." "The attacks on our kind are getting more and more frequent, I fear that these cold-hearted bastards have it out for us. They have taken three of us this past week." The bringing of this news changes the atmosphere of the group. The lightness becomes heavy. smiling faces become serous, happiness turns to anger and rage. Charles continues, "We have the strength in us all to survive these attacks, but what we lack is numbers." "We need to recruit more brothers and sisters in order to have a chance of winning this war."<br/><br/>After a general agreement and a few shouts of support Charles seemed pleased. Taking one last drink from his beer, he looks at his new lady Samantha, and says, "I'm stepping outside for a minute, I gotta piss." kissing her on the cheek he walks out the door. Rounding the corner of the storage building out of the general line of sight, he begins to relieve himself. A slight breeze begins to blow, crawling up his back and into his nose. Noticing a scent of an unknown being caused him to turn around quickly, putting his nose to the sky and breathing deeply. Catching the smell again, he thought of it as a familiar smell. After one more deep breath his mind figured out what he smelled, it was the smell of death.