The soldiers fanned out, using a combination of binoculars and their naturally sharper vision to scan the town in the valley below. The team consisted of four men and two women, all dressed in black military fatigues. One of the women, a slightly smaller woman (still 5'8") drew the attention of the obvious leader, a hulking man of six and a half feet. "Sir," she said, "There's a restaraunt about a quarter mile away, containing six humans. This is the most useful objective, as new recruits will potentially continue to funnel in throughout the night."
"Agreed," the commander said. "Alright, team, let's move out." The team moved as one, stalking quietly through the open terrain, constantly aware of both their surroundings and the moon above them.
"Gods!" exclaimed one of the soldiers, "The pull of the moon of this parallel earth is incredible!"
"That's because there was no war on this plane," replied the commander, "The ungifted never raised the moonshield."
"You mean...there are none of us on this plane?" asked another.
"Not out in the open...but this works well for us; there is no magic or technology developed to stop the lupine empire here. Soon enough, this parallel world will be ours," the commander said, his voice tinged with triumph.
The team stopped about 100 yards short of the restaurant's parking lot, taking cover in a small stand of trees. "Jacobsen," the commander whispered to a female soldier. "Pull out your rifle, load it with gifting rounds."
"With pleasure, sir," she snarled, a slightly feral edge to her voice. "Gifted rounds" were amongst the first technologies the lupines had invented. Not designed to be fatal, these bullets changed a normal human into a werewolf in 5 minutes. Even better, they felt no worse than a pellet shot from a bb gun, so humans commonly didn't even notice them, or mistook them for an insect bite, until it was too late.
"Shoot the first human to come into range," the commander said. She knelt, aiming in the direction of the doorway, anticipating the chaos. Soon enough, a waitress, approximately forty years old, came out on her smoke break.
The silenced rifle coughed softly, and they saw the waitress smack at her leg miliseconds later, hearing her mutter, "Damn bugs!!" Not even five seconds later, she angrily tossed her cigarette to the ground, heading back inside.
"Now to contain them, so our new recruit can do her work," the commander said. "Induce the change, then block the exits, but do NOT enter the building!"
The team wore specially designed suits, ones made of a thin webbing similar to polyester, but more flexible, designed to conform to the massive changes inherent in a werewolf's physiology, lest a soldier be left naked and without equipment upon reversion. However, in deference to the primal and sexual nature of these alien, yet familiar lycanthropic humans, the army of the lupine empire had equipped the suits with velcro flaps, allowing easy access to all sexual organs, for easier mating and self-pleasure.
Simultaneously, all of the soldiers, four men and two women tore open the flaps on their crotches, moaning in excstacy as the moonlight hit their tender regions. The four men all blossoming red rockets from their sheaths, stroking as their faces warped and twisted, growling as they changed. Johansen and Shea, the other female, a pale redhead, pistoned their hips up towards the moon, rubbing their clits, moaning as their chests expanded, their ears grew pointed, and trails of saliva dripped down their chins.
Soon, there was no humanity left in the group of soldiers. Johansen, still the smallest, now stood 6'8", and weighed 400 lbs. The commander now towered at almost eight feet tall and 600 lbs. The fatigue-clad bipedal wolves rose to their feet, howling at the moon, then headed to the exits of the building. Alpha team took the front, ready as much for newcomers as people intending to escape. Bravo team(the other three) took the back door and a small side exit(apparently the fire door.) Then they simply waited for the screams.