text: You target the nearing werewolves, firing bullet after bullet. The silver bullets slam into the beasts as they howl, many collapsing and falling away. You keep them away from the coach, but not the horses. As you just make it past the castle gates and smashing past the viceroy's coach, the werewolves tear the horses apart as they neigh and whiny in terror as they're devoured by the eager wolves. You coach quickly slows down, slamming into a tree and stopping suddenly.
  
  
  "Shit!" Dasha yells.
  
  
  Shit. You need to act.
  > You defend the coach
  You aim your rifle, firing repeatedly. You fire at the werewolves from the slit, bullets slamming into the fur-covered beasts. A claw slams into the coach, breaking through the side, its claws slashing at the air as you back step to avoid it. A claw tears a massive panel of wood off the side of the coach and you shove the barrel through the firing slit, firing at the creature's black, beady eyes. A claw smashes through the coach, grabbing you as it tears you from the coach, gripping you tightly. You're held in the air staring into the black eyes of the Alpha Werewolf, as it growls. The gun flies from your hands as you desperately reach for it, before the claw tightens, crushing your limbs. The werewolf's huge, tooth-filled jaws fly forward, its teeth grabbing into your throat and tearing it out, before it flings your bleeding body into a tree, killing you instantly.