An interesting story and, as is rather obvious, about werewolves.  It does not, however, explain much and leaves a lot of loose threads.

Kadijk released the eyelid carefully.  'His pupils are fixed and dilated,' he said, staring at Gray's pallid features.  There were bloodstains on the old man's face, smeared up the cheeks as though crudely wiped away.  He thought of how he had used a wet cloth to mop food off his boys' faces when they were toddlers.  There was more blood, thick and dark, on Gray's designer overalls, and clumps of soft brown fur.  He wasn't sure he could see any wounds.  Gray's chest rose and fell slowly.  'Where the hell is that police surgeon?'

'There's a call out,' said Zaterday, who was squatting down beside Saraband, up the slope and on the other side of the cavern by the scattered communications rig.  Kadijk wondered how that had survived when so much of the other equipment had been destroyed.  The whole area smelled like an animal house in the ZooPark, he thought.

Kadijk stood up and looked around again.  Seven in the party, two known dead, two survivors.  They needed the backup now.  And his senior police pathologist had chosen now to go on holiday.  A holiday away from a holiday world.  Kadijk snorted with disgust.  He could feel the rage boiling up in him again.  'Webber told me he was taking some leave.  He didn't tell me he was going to vanish without naming a deputy.  Damn him.  I hope his return flight crashes and burns and there's no one to identify the body.'  He coughed emphatically.  Webber was bound to have some fancy excuse.  'I know the HealthBlock hospital has skeleton staff...'

He was interrupted by Zaterday's girlish giggle.  'Skeleton staff - very droll, Captain.'

'Shut up, Zaterday.'  Kadijk stomped over to the Fodoran, who was still checking Saraband for injuries.  There was a dried trickle of blood which had trailed down onto the collar of her jumpsuit.  Kadijk stared at Zaterday.  'Weren't you supposed to have contacted the HealthBlock and arranged all this?  Jeez, I'm staffed by idiots.  No wonder this planet's never going to be finished in time!  Am I the only person on Kursaal with any sense of urgency?'

At least Gray is still alive, he thought, along with my career.  He shuffled back towards Gray's supine form, stopping briefly at the two ravaged corpses.

Whatever had done this was still loose, possibly nearby.  His support staff were probably still fighting their way through this worst storm he could remember, and he was beginning to wish he'd delegated this job to someone else and joined Webber on his off-world holiday.  What was worse, he was still ravenously hungry.  'I left a perfectly good steak in loganberry sauce back at the FoodBlock, you know,' he called over to Zaterday.  'It was more than compensating for the piss-poor pea soup they gave me for the first course.'

As he spoke, his eyes never left the corpses.  He had seen worse when he was a junior officer back on Kandax.  At his first murder, the SOC officer Bhairom had brought him over - 'to get your opinion' - pushed him into the tent protecting the scene of crime, and shown him the two kids' bodies without any warning.  Junior Officer Kadijk just had time to dodge back out again before he had brought up his whole lunch, to the cheery accompaniment of his senior's laughter.  It was the first and only time he'd ever thrown up when viewing a body.