You slowly edge towards the figure, moving slow and low through the darkness as you come up behind the guard. You feet move softly over the dirt and grass, as you rapidly approach the figure. As you near him, you see the servant's head twitch as he hears you, before you swing your shotgun, smashing the butt of the weapon into the man's head. He sinks to the ground with a grunt, before you raise your shotgun, smashing it into his head again, and again, and again, and again!


KILL! BREAK! SHATTER! SLAUGHTER! FEED! EAT...!


You stop yourself, looking down on the shattered skull beneath you, completely crushed. Gray brain matter and blood have spilled onto the ground, and you find yourself feeling sick as you look at what you've done.


"Come on, come on, you can do this," you growl to yourself.


You stand up, and jog ahead at a steady pace, shotgun in your hands. Staring through the shadows with unnatural sight, you spot another guard on the opposite side of the cabin, dressed in denim jeans and little else. He notices you as he raises his submachine gun, but you're faster, aiming your shotgun and firing your weapon. The scattering pellets smash into the guard and knock him from his feet, smacking into the ground. 


Shit. Two guards down, but you've been forced to go loud. Quickly scanning the surroundings and seeing no other guards, it's time to quickly take over the cabin.

You break the window and open fire on those inside

You move to the cabin's window, feeling yourself swell with an animalistic energy. You swing your shotgun like a club, smashing through the window frame as it flies inwards with a shower of glass. Rather than firing in as planned, you find yourself leaping through the window with a roar, your shotgun in hand. 


You land in the small cabin, finding yourself in the glow of a series of monitors, in front of a roar of a set of iron bars. Your eyes focus on the two guards by the door, clearly standing up against it, waiting for you to enter. You raise your gun, firing as the first one takes a blast of silver through his chest, shredding the man's internal organs as he slumps against the wall. The other guard, wielding a hatchet, charges you with a roar. Rather than firing, the animalistic urges consume you, and you toss the weapon aside, roaring.


KILL! FLESH! FEED! HUNT! 


You tackle the man, ramming him against the wall as the hatchet drops from his hand. You grab his face, driving your long nails into his eyes as you attempt to tear them out of your skull, as you drive your jaws forward and clamp them on his neck, tearing a mouthful of flesh clean off. You find yourself tearing and stabbing and biting, as the man's screams are quickly replaced by a dying gargle.


The silver burns in your chest, and you step back, wiping the blood from your mouth. You look at the dead creature ahead of you, sighing.


"Fuck," you swear, wiping the blood from your lips. 


All of a sudden, the blood on your lips begins stale and wretched and you find yourself spitting out what flesh remains in your mouth. You being retching, spitting blood onto the ground as you focus on your pain until a calm comes over you again, and you find focus.

You investigate the cabin

The cabin is a bizarre room, a mismatch of an old cabin and a security office. A large map is spread over a large table, as you look down at it. You quickly scan the map. It appears to be an image of the forest, highlighting several points. The first one you notice seems to be the cabin you're in now, which is identified as a "SURVEILLANCE POINT". You look to the center of the map, which shows a large, abandoned mine. "HQ" is written across it in red marker, with several access points to the mine. It seems that the werewolves are using it as their central lair. That's where Alpha will be, alongside the rest of the werewolves. If you want to defeat these werewolves before you turn tonight, you'll want to head here.


You continue searching the cabin for anything of value, finding only a rack of weapons and supplies. The weapons rack actually has a large amount of explosives, C4, plastic explosives and other timed explosive weapons. They're of little use as weapons of battle, but they could no doubt do some damage. There's very little of value here, but you now know where you need to go to take out this werewolf pack and finish it. If you can wipe out the wolves there, this pack of beasts won't survive the night. 


A burst of howls breaks through the silence of the night, and you have to fight the urge to howl back, biting your tongue. You reach for your gun, hoping to quench the bestial spirit inside you. Running your fingers along the iron barrel, you try to remind yourself who you are. You're a tool user, a human, a Hunter. You rush through the window, staring out past the frame of broken glass, spotting grey fur streaked with black emerging from the woods, howling towards the sky.


Fuck! The creatures have found you! You rush over to the other window, only to see more beasts prowling out from the bushes. Swearing, you ready your gun, taking deep breaths as you try to figure a way out, the beast within desperately pushing to howl and answer the call. You can hear the howling creatures surround the cabin, no doubt alerted by one of the guards in the cabin before you blew them away. You need to get out of here fast, and you don't have many solutions. You don't have the ammo to kill them all, and there's no silver in the cabin to use.

You try to sneak out past the Werewolves

You cautiously move out to the broken window, pulling yourself through and landing on your chest outside in the short grass. You slowly crawl along the ground, trying to stay in the darkness and the shadow to stay out of their gaze.


However, there's little that the werewolves' incredible sight can't notice, and fewer still they can't smell. You soon find yourself with a half a dozen beasts of claws, fur and teeth charging towards you, howling and screaming. You raise your shotgun, before its torn from your hands and you face the fury of a dozen claws and far more teeth.


You barely last seconds before you're torn apart.