Sitting within a night club in the human London, Damien was enjoying the night life, the music, the people dancing and enjoying themselves. He was use to the scents of so many people and the emotions that came off of them as his training demanded. 

A pack of Werewolves that pride themselves on security of human lives even sense the war from one hundred years ago between Vampire and humans. Damien had strayed from the pack though. Reasons he kept to himself as he decided to travel and enjoy life as a lone wolf till he found a mate to call his own. Right now this was the life he craved and he was living it to the fullest. 

Taking a swig of whiskey which would take maybe more than a bottle to get him intoxicated, had felt the music call to him as he decided to join the crowd and mingle through dance while having his glass still in his hand.