Welcome to the small Italian village of La Bari. One day, Officer Nathan went out to the forest to investigate a reported murder. It was a full moon's night, and Nathan was wearing a pentagram patch on his chest. Howls were heard all around, and he nervously fingered his gun holster, advancing slowly deeper, deeper into the dark forest. The howls started getting louder, until he felt a sudden chill down his spine. He whirled around him and saw a wolf, its fur caked with mud and saliva foaming from its mouth. Eyes glowing yellow, it lunged.
Nathan didn't have time to take out his pistol, and the wolf was on him in seconds. He tried to push it away with his arms, but it kept lashing out until the officer gave up. The wolf lunged one last time at his jugular, and Officer Nathan was a dead man.
But it wasn't meant to be. Almost immediately, he got up, fur growing around his face, and his teeth started to sharpen into fangs. At late night, he went back to the village and claimed his first victim-and then another. And another. No one knows how many. The spree went on, until Sheriff Gordon woke up, and eradicated the threat with a shotgun. In the fight both he and Nathan lost their lives, and at the crack of day the Mayor of La Bari passes a new law- everyday a vote is to be held to see who will be lynched- in a desparate, last-ditch effort to kill all the werewolves. Night dawns once again on La Bari, and the Werewolves awaken.
