Damn straight! That's what you're here for!

You take out the nearest pile of shit with ease and your pack follows suit. They're a little tougher than you thought, but limbs are flying everywhere. Needless to say you're really enjoying yourself, and you can see your pack is too. (Well the ones that haven't gotten themselves killed)

You attack one large experiment with four arms, it catches a few heavy hits on you, before you rip them off. It's relentless and begins smashing its head (Which contains a lot of jagged metal bits) into you, knocking you down. As you shake it off, Ginger (Who's now in wolf form) and a couple of other wolflings comes to your aid and finish off the large abomination.

"Godammit! I had that! Don't EVER come to help me! I can handle myself!" you snarl angrily.
"We were just helping…" Ginger says casting her eyes downward and lowering her ears.

"…yeah…well…just don't let it happen again…" you say understanding they weren't really trying to embarrass you. "Come on, we're done here, let's get in the castle."

You meet up with the ones remaining in your pack at the front door of the castle. You put all your muscle into it and rip the doors of their hinges. When you step inside, you narrowly dodge a laser beam of some sort.

"He's got the whole place trapped, be careful where you…"

A wolfling steps on some floor stone that releases yet another beam trap, reducing him to ashes.

"Step." You say completing the sentence. That's when you hear a loud speaker.

"Wolf! Igor informed me you had arrived with some friends! I'm actually glad you're here I get to test out my new experiment on you! Assuming you survive long enough to get to me of course!"

At this point he does his typical Mad Scientist laugh. If he thinks you're going to waste your time in his castle of death traps he's sadly mistaken. He seems to have forgotten you have an excellent sense of smell and tracking in general.

Of course the smell of dead bodies seems to be emanating everywhere. You try to sniff out a human scent, but you aren't getting anything solid. The dead body smell is too overpowering. You're catching a couple of different ones though. One of them is a very faint sweet smell. The other is a burning type smell.

You follow the sweet smell

Even though you're sure that the burning smell is probably where Vic is at, the sweet smell is so out of place here, you're compelled to follow it. You tell the wolflings to follow the burning smell while you investigate the other one. They look a little unsure of being without you leading them, but they follow your instructions. Carefully avoiding traps, you travel further to different parts of the castle where the sweet smell starts getting so strong it's almost sickening, until you finally get to a closed door.

You open the door to an elegant bedroom. The smell pervades the entire area. Someone soaked this place in perfume and there you see Mary standing there in a see-through nightgown. You're genuinely surprised to see her here.

"I knew you wouldn't be able to resist. I knew you'd follow this scent. it's the very perfume I used to wear when we had our affair."
"Mary? What the hell are you doing here and why the hell did you douse the room in the shit?"
"I know you don't like the dead smell, I don't like it either. I makes me remember that I'm not alive…I never was."
"Yeah, well this smell isn't too pleasant either. Whew!"
"You know out the many, many…many lovers I had, you know you're the only one that made me feel alive? Like a real woman, instead of collection of parts as you've pointed out so accurately so many times."

Mary begins to get closer to you.

"Look Mary I ain't got time for this reminiscing bullshit, I'm on a mission of kicking ass right now and you'd do well to stay out of my way. Why are you here anyway?" you ask again.
"I figured after you left the studio, you'd be in a wicked mood. I thought you'd probably just take your pack and smash up a bar or something. I followed you for a bit and found out you were planning on coming here. Look. I understand that my family has wronged you in many ways. My dad has, Frankie has, and I know I have, but I can't let you kill them. I know they're all fucked up and even I don't like them, but they're still my family such as they are. Wolf you already got your revenge a long time ago. I mean you beat the hell out of Frankie and ended his career and I heard tales about how you even killed my Dad once before he created either of us. What's this all going to prove? My dad isn't any match for you now. He's barely alive. Frankie has been just lying on a slab for years. Dad took him apart in an effort to fix him. That's the only experiment he's talking about and he's nowhere completed. Dad spends all his time with the insane idea of revitalizing Frankie for a come back. I tell him that it isn't going to happen, but he continues anyway. There's no battle here Wolf. Just a lot of empty dreams and delusions."

At this point she takes your paw and brushes her other hand against your fur.

"Please Wolf, just let my family live. If you have any lingering feelings for me that I know you once did, just call off your attack."

You call off the attack

Mary's plea for you to spare her family has gotten to you. Maybe she's right. Maybe you did do a lot of damage to them already. Maybe you were just trying to relive your own youth.

Maybe you're a complete fucking idiot.

As soon as you embrace Mary, you feel multiple shots to the back and extreme pain. You collapse to the floor, as Mary stands back from you angrily shouting.

"Igor, you humped backed fucker! Those bullets went through him and hit me! Asshole!"
"Hey, I can't control the damn power of this thing. So is he dead?"
"Not quite."

Mary heftily kicks you over as you struggle to breathe.

"Poor Wolf. You of all people forgot the cardinal rule. Blood is always thicker and you abandoned your own kind over silly nostalgic feelings for me. I am touched though. I shall always remember you as your pelt covers my body as a new coat. Time to put this doggie down Igor."
"I'm on it."

Igor raises his weapon once more and blasts your head off in a hail of silver.