One by one, blurry shapes began to leap from the trees, alarming the guards and putting them in complete disarray. My heart skipped a beat as I saw the creatures that appeared. They were similar to wolves, but they were much larger and they stood on their hind legs. Their fangs were bigger than knives, the points glinting underneath the morning sun.
Their fur ranged from grey to black, eyes glowing red like blood. The creatures were behaving erratically, snouts sniffing off and about in random directions. Their claws slashed and slashed at the air, aiming at nothing in particular.
"Werewolves!" shouted the general. He turned to Rasvien, who looked as shocked as everyone else. "Werewolves?! Why are they here? I thought I sensed a barrier protecting your headquarters!"
