As they entered the narrow passage, a white gas was released. The werewolves stumbled, falling to the ground in a heap. "What's going on," I said.

"Gaseous wolfsbane," he said. "All likely attack routes where the compound is within ten minutes of the border are protected by them, and they are remotely actuated." The gas sapped their powers, preventing them from communicating and causing them to shift back from their wolves. It took a few minutes for the gas to disperse before they were able to stand up again and gather their gear. As they tried to regroup, Sven's men surrounded them. The twelve men were quickly disarmed and sat...