You carefully stalk out into the hallway, crouching slightly. For a moment you debate the merits of transforming back into your werewolf form, but you realize how much danger you would be potentially putting innocent people in if you did so.
A sharp sting suddenly hits you in the shoulder. Your vision immediately blurs, and you fall to a knee. You reach back, pulling out a dart from your shoulderblade, realizing you've been drugged. You try to summon the animal inside of you, but it's no use. You can't clear your mind long enough to induce the transformation, and you pass out into the blackness, questioning if you'd made the right choice.