You jolt awake.  Unaware of why, you're in a dark, moody forest, why are you wet? Sticky?  A strong smell of fresh blood.  Crack, rush and russle, a low growl, mysterious noises in the night. Without sight to dull your senses, the noises scream. You wipe your eyes, clouds part revealing a blood red full moon.  Shadows rush by, a figure rushes towards you.  You remember blinding pain, blood, teeth, tearing flesh, transformation, a loss of self, the gaining of another.  The figure holds out a paw, welcome to the pack.