Jackson was crawling with werewolves and unfortunately, not the good kind. Not only were you an outsider, you knew this place wasn't right. So, you thought it was best to stay away from the werewolf bar that you had heard about, going to a more discreet, more comfortable bar that was more your pace, but it seemed like you just couldn't escape nature as there was a man at the end of the bar and when you looked into his eyes, you could just sense that he was a werewolf like you.