Upon hearing the old man's words, you try to run, but are swiftly set upon by three large black werewolves, who pin you to the ground. You vainly struggle, but get a claw across the chest from one of them, and realize how pointless it would be to fight anymore.
The same one who clawed you simply throws you over its shoulder, carrying you like a child who weighed nothing. The other two run ahead, presumably to deliver the news to the apparent alpha male of the pack of your capture.
You're carried deep within the heart of the forest in the park, a journey that takes quite awhile. It seems that the now dead hunters' estimate was wrong. The werewolves home is probably two miles from the camp that they'd set up.
You eventually arrive at a cave, (which surprises you; you didn't think there were any caves in this state, let alone the park.)which turns out to be a massive underground cavern system.(Again, you didn't know that such a thing existed anywhere.) Soon enough, you're dropped right into the center of a massive chamber, containing two makeshift thrones, and filled with nearly 20 werewolves. The old man sits on the right hand throne, still human.
The left hand throne is empty. On either side of the thrones stand four females, clad only in what appear to be togas, standing rigidly at attention and holding torches. Everyone else in the room is fully transformed.
"Well now," says the old man, "What do we have here?" he stares at you imperiously, the picture of a man used to wielding incredible power.
You gulp, your mouth dry. You realize yet again that you're facing a very dangerous situation. Right now, werewolves don't seem to be sexy, or even cool. They simply seem dangerous.
"Speak, boy!" commands the alpha male.