Howl at the Moon

The man looked down at his assistant.

"Bring in the dogs."

The timid assistant jumped at his boss's powerful voice and quickly scurried out of the room. The man leaned back with a smirk.

They had successfully captured the enemy and all that was left was to get rid of them. Easy. It was almost sad how that they didn't prove more of a challenge. He had heard so many rumors of their vicious nature and how it was quite an accomplishment to be able to capture one. Well he had caught a small group. A pack, they're sometimes called. And yet he didn't feel satisfied.

He looked back up when the door to the massive meeting room opened. Eight of his best guards prodded the chained prisoners into the room as four more followed to block the door. They were all pushed to their knees in front of the boss as they kept their heads down. Seven prisoners in all. Six males and a female. He looked over their filthy faces. What monsters. He was providing such a service to the world. And no one would ever even know.

"I can't say I'm impressed." his voice boomed through the room.

Intimidation was key, although he didn't even see why he should bother. There was no hope for them either way.

"I was told you were a challenge. A real honest feat to be captured. But all I see before me are seven pathetic whimpering faces." one of the monsters ducked his head in fear.

"Who are they, Millford?" he asked the assistant.

"We got no names sir. But we believe this one to be the leader," he pointed to the largest of the prisoners "and the rest to be guards."

"What about the female?"

He smirked at this. "We believe she was brought along for. . . entertainment. . . purposes." The guards chuckled at that.

A low threatening growl rumbled from one of prisoners. The guard closest to him grabbed him by the hair and yanked his neck back, bringing the barrel of his gun up to the left side of his throat. The prisoners eyes flashed a bright white crystal color before fading to an amber. What strange creatures they were.

"Now, Josh. That's no way to treat our guests. We always treat them to a little fun first." the boss sneered.

The guards chuckled again, Josh released the prisoner only to quickly strike him in the back of the head with the butt of the gun. The prisoner let out another low growl.

The sound of a throat being cleared had all the unchained people in the room turn around to look at the small female. She slowly stood.

"If you don't mind sir," she began, pulling her hands in front of her to rub her now free wrists, "we would like to provide the entertainment tonight."

With that all the other prisoners rose and broke the handcuffs that were supposed to hold them.

The guards were stunned. The prisoner who had been threatened before look over at the guard and snapped his, now elongated, canine teeth. The guard nearly fell back in fear and managed to drop his gun.

"Oh, and you mispronounced Alpha." she pointed cheekily to herself.

"Alright boys, let’s give these gentlemen a quick little crash course on Werewolf hierarchy."

All the prisoners faces started to morph out. Their mouths becoming muzzles and thick, coarse fur bristling out of their faces. Their eyes all flashing to that crystal white. The she-wolf let out a deep chuckle before her pack lunged.

END