You see, as it turns out, the genie you'd met hadn't actually SEEN "The Howling", he'd only heard of it, and had a general idea of what you wanted. That being said, he'd used his magical powers to divine what you'd desired. Still, wanting to be a sport about it, he didn't tell you where it was, rather he simply assumed you'd find it on your own. Also, the universe has a way of balancing itself out whenever powerful magic is used largely without purpose, like what your genie pal had done. Mere milliseconds after your genie had made the colony manifest itself, the werewolf hunters popped into existence, the equal and opposite reaction to what he'd created. You had the wonderful luck of wandering into not your own dream, but the universe's answer to it.
It was really a shame too, you see, because the genie had made sure it was EXACTLY what he thought you wanted. He knew you loved the goth and punk look, and so the little camp he'd set up had been populated by almost exclusively petite girls with lycanthropy and a predeliction for pale skin and hair dye. Sadly though, you weren't there to enjoy it. He'd given them healthy sex drives as well. You weren't there though, and so they were out trying to find men to convert to their furry little gang of misfits.
You learned all this when time suddenly stopped, and the genie appeared, hurredly explaining all of it. "Look, I'm sorry, I admit it, I'm a SHITTY genie!" he screamed. "They kicked me out of the djinn homeword, I always fuck up...but look, I'll make it up to you. I can transport you right outside of your dream colony, if you just say yes."
He eagerly awaits your response.