Alistair led the way along the coast, with Nigel behind him, and Mike and Tanya bringing up the rear. They rounded the final bend, and came upon their destination, a winter castle. "Holy shit..." Mike said in awe, as the group stopped in their tracks. To their right was the French Fleet, steaming toward the castle in full glory, crewmen running along the decks, preparing for the assault. "They're gonna hit the castle, this must be the right place." Nigel said. "Yeah but they're early. The information Prince Christopher gave us had to have been outdated." Alistair replied. The group picked up their pace, hurrying toward the castle, trying to get in before the French destroy all evidence of werewolves. As they approached the island, the French opened fire on the castle, heavily damaging sections of the outer walls. "Well now what?" Mike asked? Alistair thought for a moment, "I have no idea..."