The professor was dragged out through the woods to what looked like a small town by the two brawny boys. The town was situated on a clear patch of land right into the center of the jungle. There were sturdy wooden cabins neatly built on two sides, a broad common passageway in the middle leading to each house doorway. The town had wrapped itself in a cover of fully-grown trees. However, this part of the jungle was relatively less dense as compared to the lush area she had just walked out of. The canopy formed by the tall trees was significantly less dense, rather displaying a part of the sky containing stars scattered into the space, twinkling in the beauty of the pitch-black night.
"Ahh..f*ck you", tripping over a stone, the girl cursed at the non-living thing. The light which was spread on the horizon was overtaken by the darkness enrooting its inky claws in the town. Except for the flaming torched secured in sconces outside a few cottages, there was no different bright source of light to illuminate the path and the two boys didn't appear troubled with walking in the dark.
"What in the actual f*ck! Can you slow down for damn sake?", misstepping because of rock again, the girl yelped in pain when she felt a searing itch waking up in her left leg. While crossing the thick, deeper area, the thorns on roots impaled into her calf, cutting through the sturdy cotton jeans. The burning pain subsided, but only for some time.
"Unlike you two, I don't have invisible laser beams shooting out of my eyes to lit up my way", she grumbled in discomfort. Throughout the whole walk, she had two hands on her upper arms, one grip considerably stronger than the other. At the moment, she didn't think of herself any different from a lost item found by passersby, now being treated however they were pleased with it.
Not lending their ears to the girl's frequent burst-outs, the two walked over to the cabin at the very end of the row. It was slightly larger opposed to the rest of the cabins with an overshaded porch nevertheless the same in the structure.
"We have to walk with the snail speed for almost an hour because of you when we could've run back barely in a few minutes. Still complaining?", the one who had brown hair responded as the bowhead wore a neutral expression while knocking on the wooden door three times. Then, he opened the door and shoved the girl inside. The cabin was dimly lit with the same flaming torch fixed in the wooden flame holder attached to the distant wall.
While the professor was observing the place, the strong grasps were gone with an abrupt push sending the girl on the floor.
"That was very impolite of you to treat a lady", she hissed as her knees rubbed against the hard surface. If someone had treated the professor in the present the way she was being treated in the past, an active, equivalent response would've been sent, perhaps throwing of pebbles as well. It wasn't that she was behaving herself for she was standing at a different time, she was just tired to react to her usual self.
"How insanely insane of you to come out on hunt alone, hunter", a deep, husky voice of the man whose back was facing the down girl on her knees gave rise to a knot in her stomach. The man wasn't wearing a shirt on the top, just like the two men who dragged her there. His lower half was covered in loose trousers, certainly not like the trousers of the twenty-first century. A loose trouser that was securely tied on his tiny waist that stood in beautiful contrast to his biceps muscles and wide, athletic shoulder blades, the long raven black hair sprawling on them.
"I'm not a hunter", the muscles of the man seemed twitched a little when she snapped back at him, scoffing why everybody there was determined misunderstanding her for a hunter when she wasn't. Her voice was naturally soft and alluring, that was what Dylan used to tell her. She agreed with the soft term but alluring didn't fit on the coil of her senses.
As of yet, she tried to make her voice sound fearless, yet the rudeness meshed in soft and alluring sound tempted the man to turn around to the owner of the voice. For centuries he had been living on the land, neither of the hunters came off like the girl sounded, daring and challenging. If being caught, they would plead to be given a chance and had their life spared for one last time. Furthermore, they never denied their existence.
"You aren't a vampire I can smell. That alone confirmation makes you from hunters tribe."
'Vampire?! Hunters tribe?! Wasn't I traveling to the year 2020? How did I end up in the age of hunters and vampires?! Wait, they were never real! This man is talking literal shit!', that was the worst thing about being a scientist. When stuck in the situation, everyone would expect a solution from them, pummelling all the negative factors of the situation on the ground. She also maintained a calm composure, however inside she was panicking and had no idea how long she was going to act steadily.
"Look, Mister Muscle Man? I don't know about any hunter tribe you're mentioning here neither do I know about why you mentioned vampires. I'm a human, made with sperm and a woman's egg cell", the man appeared quite robust from the back. Though she hadn't seen the man from front, his broad back was quite enough to imagine a highly toned muscular chest.
"See? You confirmed yourself. A human from the hunter's tribe", the man deadpanned.
"I don't remember my parents to be hunters. Nor did they ever talk about my ancestors going on a hunt. What would they hunt by the way?", the man turned around. He had more well-defined muscles than the girl had imagined. An incredibly broad chest with sculpted, chiseled pecs narrowing to a masculine v-shaped torso.
He leaned his face down to the level of the professor, grey orbs staring into hazel brown, blowing the words at her face, however, not too close for his breath to tingle her face.
"Us. Werewolves."