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Project Silvermane: Disclaimer any and all sexual situations detailed here are purely fictional if they did happen in reality Silvermane would have died of heart failure

The location was perfect. The subject was carefully tracked in this inhospitable and uninhabited area. Sneaking up on a beast of this nature would prove to be difficult. The ruins the beast was known to den at were a maze of debris. But the guards and agents had been training for this project for weeks.

Splitting into teams of two, they surround the grounds to prevent escape, moved downwind, wore special clothing to mask their body heat and odors. Each motion carefully communicated by hand sign to avoid sounds.

The beast was rummaging around near a ruined wall. It seemed to be agitated, its nose raised, its fur bristling as it scented the air. The werewolf stood on hind legs and began to scour the scenery. It had sensed something.

The commander used his lenses to magnify the image and look the beast over carefully, confirming the target. The specimen was magnificent, brutish, built, masculine in every way. Perfect.

The commander made hand signs silently, which translated into digital input visible to all the agents via their HUD’s.

“Target confirmed. Proceed with capture. North side fire first.” The message read.

A silencer muffled the sound of the first shot. But the reaction was immediate. The beast whirled around growling violently as a small silver dart stuck out of his back. He searched for his attacker, while agents now behind him fired their shots. Two more darts hit his shoulders. The beast roared in defiance and began to search out his attackers. His mind realizing he was surrounded.

The werewolf began to run towards the safety of some of the stone ruins. Another dart hit him in the butt as he fled, unaware that running meant the drugs entered that much faster.

He made it to the shadow of a wall and climbed through an opening to get to the other side. His legs giving out and then he collapsed, suddenly unable to move. He lay there on the grass breathing heavily as his body began to feel light and numb. He couldn’t move, couldn’t fight, he couldn’t even growl.

The sound of steps approached, crunching on the dewy night grass. Boots stepped into his view. The wolf couldn’t even properly look up.

“Target acquired.” A man’s voice said confidently. Then the werewolf began to loose consciousness, slipping into black sleep.