"There will be other full moons after werewolves have been investigated in greater detail. ...Did you bite anyone else."

Joey freezes up again.

They pinch the bridge of their nose and then the two of them are where the other werewolf is. 

The other werewolf is in some kind of cave. She's as naked as her brother, as are the most of human children sitting around. Some retain bits of their clothing, though grimey from days of wear. One boy is stubbornly fully dressed, because he "wants to do it like the Hulk," when the moon comes out. There's a fire crackling. Some children are roasting stolen marshmellows. 

Angie startles, but smiles. "Oh, hi Joey." She points at the figure. "Who's that? Fairy or something."

"I am not a fairy. I am an Ignited Spirit. You have come to a world where vampires and werewolves are unknown among the creatures Mankind does not know."

"Oh, that makes sense, I guess." She glances around at her future packmates. "Say hi to the Ig-ni-ted spirit, guys."

Deeper in the cave, something alive tries to scream against masking tape. 

There is a chorus of "hi's."

Lucifer pinches their nose and teleports deeper in the cave to rescue the kidnapping victims who were presumably not intended to survive the night.

There's ten of them. Adults, mostly a bit on the heavier side. Most are just unfortunate ramblers or passersby. A couple were lured in by the sight dancing, beautific naked children at night. It's the full gamut of deservedness.

Meanwhile, outside, the sun finally sets. A curtain of cloud is drawn from in front of the moon...