 Imagine you re leading a six man squad on a routine army exercise. You re behind enemy lines. Your radio doesn t work. You re cut off and on foot in a vast, hostile wilderness. You hear somthing howling in the distance. Something s out there.. and it s hungry. Very hungry. And hairy.. very hairy. The sun is going down. And there s a full moon. You re missing the most important football match of the decade. And there s every chance that you re about to be eaten alive by a pack of vicious, snarling, blood-lusting, seven-foot tall werewolves. What do you do?