The team set up a camp in the clearing they'd teleported into. The six team members worked quietly and efficiently as they checked their gear, examining gauges and various bits of data on small handheld units, not unlike PDA's.
The leader and obvious alpha of the team was a tall woman with close-cropped red hair. Her uniform read "J. Lupina". They were from another dimension, one parallel to ours, where lycanthropy was an accepted affliction, and technology was considerably more advanced, fused in a bizarre hybrid with magic. In short, they were frighteningly more advanced than we were.
The humans in that world were fighting a losing battle against the lycanthropes, who'd managed to get the upper hand in a prolonged battle that had raged for ages. But the humans of that world had found a cure for the affliction and turned the tide, pushing the war back in the favor of humanity.
That was when the lycanthropes or "warwolves" as they'd become known, used their planar-shifting technology to jump to our dimension, in the hopes of taking our planet for use in making a whole world of recruits to take back with them.
The commander addressed her troops, "Alright! Everyone inject a vial of the form stabilizer. I don't wan't any unplanned changes here tonight." All of the soldiers, including herself took syringes and vials from their packs and injected. That had been one of the first real technologies the warwolves had developed. Until that time on their homeworld, their behavior had been very predictable, and most of humanity simply knew to hide on moonlit nights to avoid becoming one of the pack. But with this, they could assimilate into communities until the time was right to strike.
Lupina continued, "We sleep tonight, and at sunrise, we assume civilian guise and infiltrate the town." The troops nodded, preparing to bed down. "Rest well, because tomorrow, our very future, and the future of the pack depends on all of you."