As Anastasia snuck closer to the storage house, staying the shadows, she could hear distant singing. Well, well, someone was celebrating their birthday! Happy fucking birthday indeed. The vampire smirked to herself, but halted as she noticed a lone man walk out and head for his relief. Thyme was closest to him, but since he was invisible, he'd go unnoticed. However, he would not go entirely undetected. This was clear when the man, after relieving himself, began to breathe deeply as if trying to smell his surroundings. They had to move fast.<br/><br/>Before she could do anything, a youngling dropped next to the man from the shadows and with a low hiss revealed herself to be a vampire. Anastasia could not believe someone was acting without her permission and watched as the youngling rushed towards the man. With an displeased growl, Anastasia gave her permission and hoped by the Elders that the young one would not lose her life because of her stupidity, even if she very much deserved it for disobeying her. As the sign was given, others rushed from their positions and slipped inside the storage house from whatever cracks they could find, revealing themselves and attacking the mutt that happened to be closest to them. Thyme stayed outside to help the brash youngling who had disobeyed Anastasia's orders, while she herself hurried inside as well.<br/><br/>"Well, well!" She chanted at the sight of a werewolf group. "Who's the birthday boy? I have a present to give, one that isn't easily forgotten." Anastasia smiled a crooked smile, the fingertips of her other hand glowing slightly. If Thyme could turn invisible, she could could control the different hormones and chemicals in a body through touch. A devastating skill, one she hadn't fully harnessed yet and that could sometimes produce surprising outcomes. A vampire developed special skills only after a certain age, which meant that younglings did not have any skills yet. She and Thyme alone were old enough.<br/><br/>Observing their numbers, she was confident they could win tonight, if no one stepped out of line like earlier. Where was the pack leader, though? Usually she was able to figure these things out fairly quickly, but none of the mutts seemed much like a leader. "Kill them." She ordered simply when the younglings hesitated, waiting for her next words. Those were the magic words to transform them into heartless killing machines that would bite, hit, kick, claw and do just about anything to rip a werewolf apart.