Samuel started to get frustrated. This version of the human-constructed virus was a lot more complicated and a lot more definitive then the alien-virus version. He still held some vain hope that with the destruction of area 51 the virus had stopped. And that in time the zombies and wolves would die, and humans would build civilisation again. Now, it would prove to be much more difficult to do so.
Then he left a sharp pain in his skull. He let out a growl of displeasure, and Sparrow did the same. The other wolves made sounds of pain to. Samuel felt his bones and muscles change and bend. He was changing into his human self again, so it was morning. Samuel looked up and saw Sparrow in his human shape again, plus his sideburns. Samuel's tail was gone though. His clothes hung torn and loosley around his body.
Robin was still a dog, because he was one, but none of the werewolves noticed a dog standing between them. Or they just didn't care.
A howl sounded through the building. It was a cry for the pack to assemble outside. The wolves got up and walked to one archway. Samuel asked a wolf where they were going. He looked at him as if he went mad. He smiled, revealing rows of sharpened, yellow teeth.
"We, pack-brother", he said in the same throaty growling sounds as the wolves communicated in "will hunt for the shell, and crack it beneath the blood moon."