Fallen too far?

Join you?

Connor is in his wolf form hunting for anything he can find. His pure black wolf with bright green eyes stands a bit bigger than your usual wolf.  Its been a day since he last ate and also since he left the small town of Smitherton. Left?... More like he was chased out of that small town by hunters. Oh well he no longer cared, in fact he was used to it.  Now as he walked slowly through the woods something caught his eye. He quickly ducked down close to the ground for a moment before moving slowly towards the small jack rabbit. "Of course, small game." He spoke quietly to himself before moving closer to the rabbit. After a couple of steps the rabbit took off noticing Connor who of course ran after it. He chased it until he got to the river which is where the trouble started. In mid leap jumping over a log a bullet pierced through his left shoulder causing him to hit the ground with a thud. He whimpered quietly as he forced himself up off the ground quickly hearing a hunter yell "Got him!" Seven hunters moved around him as he stood glancing around to each of them growling. One hunter took another shot at him just missing him by a hair. Connor decided to a take a chance at running for it. He quickly ran in between two male hunters in an attempt to escape but of course with his luck one of them shot at him hitting his hind leg. He yelped at the pain and turned growling louder now. He jumped and tackled the male hunter down knocking the gun from his hand.  He dug his claws into the hunter and bit into him multiple times. He was always one for killing people slowly since he enjoyed watching the pain on their faces. He was about to snap the hunters neck but one of the hunters finally took a shot seeing it as a clean chance. The silver bullet entered just below his ribs causing him to fall off the hunter whimpering in pain. The hunters watched him for a while as if to examine their successful hunt. At the loss of blood he started to drift in and out of consciousness. The female hunter who shot him, now stood above him with a smirk. "Guess the big bad wolf isn't invincible." She spoke before he went unconscious all the way.

A couple hours had passed and now he slowly became conscious again. He groaned as he slowly opened his eyes. He is in human form, chained to a wall by his hands and feet. He glanced around taking in his surroundings. There is four walls made of old grey stone. He guessed he is in a basement of a house since he could hear some footsteps above him. He now looked at the contents of the cold basement. There were some metal cages against the one wall. At the other side of the room sat a table with what looked to be knives and other objects that he assumed are used to torture what ever creature they had caught. As he became more aware of what was going on he tried to get unchained by yanking and pulling but had no luck since he is still weak. A somewhat tall male hunter with light brown hair, brown eyes, and a smirk across his face walked down the stairs into the room. He walked towards Connor and looked over him once before speaking. "Bout time you wake up. Now lets have a talk." He said as he started walking slowly to the table picking up a silver knife before going back to Connor who was still struggling against the chains. "I will not talk with you." Connor growled while showing his canines a bit. The hunter laughed at his ignorance before dragging the sharp knife across Connors skin drawing blood. "Every time you refuse to talk or if you lie or do something I don't like, I will harm you." He said before a girl around Connors age walked down the steps. She has medium length blonde hair and hazel eyes that now looked over Connor with an emotionless face. She cleared her throat once. "Greg relax." She said to the male hunter before looking back to Connor. "Whats your name?" She asked Connor who refused to talk. Greg went to cut him but she stopped him and looked Connor in the eyes. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way... Do us all a favor and just answer us." She said sternly. "What is your name?" She asked once more. Connor didn't say a word, in fact he barely even looked at her. Greg then slashed Connor across the chest before she spoke again. "What is your name?!" She asked with a stronger voice. When Connor refused to talk she sighed and looked to Greg who came and cut him deeper and harder now. This continued for a long while before Connor had passed out again.

The female hunter and Greg sat on two chairs arguing as they waited for Connor to regain consciousness. "Shelby, why do we need him?" Greg yelled at Shelby who rolled her eyes. "You already know why! We need help and a wolf is perfect for the job." She responded obviously annoyed. Greg shook his head. "There are other wolves out there!  Besides he wont talk to us. He wont even look at us!" He yelled. She now stood up. "He is bigger and stronger than most wolves. He is obviously smarter than most. And he is a jet black wolf with green eyes, just like my grandmother said we needed!" She yelled back at him. He went quiet for a moment. "Why does it matter? She is an old witch and is probably loosing her mind anyway." He said and Shelby sighed. "It seems important to her and she is normally right... We will take her word for it and do as she says until we have reasons not to trust her." She said as she walked over to Connor who was still passed out. Greg bit his lip. "I don't even see whats so impressive about him. If I was in charge, I would kill him." He said and now she turned to look at him. "Well you aren't in charge so you need to accept that now." She said sternly but before she could say anymore Connor groaned moving his head to the side. "Shit... " Was the only word that left his lips from the pain he felt. Shelby looked at Connor. "You look like it too." She said as she went and took the knife from Greg. "Are you gonna answer us now?" She asked as she slowly strolled back over to him. "I don't have to talk to yous... Just get on with it and kill me." He said weakly. He was confused on why they hadn't killed him yet and damn was he craving a cigarette right about now or even a good strong drink. Greg watched them. "We have been at this for 24 hours now..." He was cut off by an elderly woman who was walking into the room with a walking stick in hand. She had green eyes and grey hair and she looked to be in her early 80's. "Ohh how good. You've found the wolf." She said with a big smile. She walked over to Connor and immediately examined him. She ran her hand over his hair and cheek once before opening his mouth forcefully and looking at his teeth for a moment. He groaned in pain and in slight anger at her touching him like that. She pulled back and smiled. "In good health..." She looked over all the cuts and bruises. "Well other than those." She said with a sigh keeping the smile on her face. Shelby watched her and was being protective of her when she had her hands near Connor who was too weak to fight it. She looked at the elderly woman. "Grandma please be careful. He is dangerous." She warned. Greg then added. "And stubborn... He wont answer us or talk." He chuckled despite the half frown. The grandmother looked between them both. "Dangerous? Maybe if he had any strength left in him." She said with some disapproval. She now looked back at Connor. "I don't blame you for not talking. They haven't been too nice." She said with a smile. Connor listened to her with a confused look. "Nice? Ive been shot twice and cut, stabbed ,and hit multiple times. I don't think they even know the meaning of nice, grandma." He sneered as he watched the grandmother. She oddly kept her smile. "I like you. But please, call me Martha." She then looked to Greg. "Get the doctor to get the bullets out and stitch him up. Then I need you to go get some of the meatloaf, beans, and a drink." She pretty much demanded before Shelby gently walked her out and to a different room closing the door behind them for privacy. "Grandma I try not to question you but what are you doing? We are trying to get him to join us. Now you fixing his wounds and feeding him?" She said confused by her grandmothers intentions.  Martha sighed. "Your just like your father... Not everything can be done by force darling. I let yous have a chance. Yous have him scared, that's why he wont talk... Now its my turn." She said before leaving the room and going over to Connor. "How would you like to join us?" She asked calmly.