While the two love birds, or in this case, werewolves, were doing there business, they didn't realize that two military vehicles had pulled up behind their house. As if it came out of nowhere, bullets shot everywhere as the noise pierced into the night. All of the family collapsed and died because of gun shots. Fifteen soldiers come out of the vehicles.
"We just ambushed a werewolf group and killed them", one soldier replies to a walkie - talkie to a man.
"Good" the man says, "Now we need to find the major group of werewolves, hunt them down, kill them, and end this damn war".
"How did you exactly kill them anyways?" the man questioned.
"We saw the werewolves were distracted by the lust to mate with one another, so we shot them".
These group of soldiers were M - 14, an elite group of soldiers trained specifically to hunt down and kill the beasts called werewolves.
"Where do you think they came from, and where's the family?" asked John Crus, a new soldier in the group.
"I think that was the family, bud." Dan Sresfar replied, the commander of the group. "And I think one of them came from that way" he said.
Dan was pointing North, where Tony had came from.
"Are you crazy?!? If they came from over there, then there must be dozens of them waiting for us!" Advisor Jon Stanford exclaimed. "We should go West, where we're needed with groups M - 34 and M - 102".
"WE NEED TO STOP BICKERING AND DECIDE!!!" General Barsh Fadfe shouted. "OR ELSE WE WILL BE THE NEXT MEAL FOR THE DAMNED CREATURES."
M - 14 had a very tough choice, either they hunt down and possibly find the leader of the werwolves up North, or they could save a village down West with the help of groups M - 34 and M - 102.