Love Unspoken

"What the heck is that?" Quinn asked.

"A coyote," Alexander muttered, flipping open the mag to check. Four bullets left.

There were three of 'em in the grass, but who knew if there were more lurking around? If he fired and drew more in, they'd be toast with just four bullets.

While they were talking, the coyotes in the grass bolted out, making a beeline for the half-eaten rabbit on the ground.

The three coyotes started scrapping over the rabbit, and Alexander grabbed Quinn's arm. "Let's bounce!"

They scarfed down the rabbit in no time and then snapped their heads up, eyes locked on Alexander and Quinn.

Next thing you know, one of 'em charged, the other two hot on its tail.

Quinn glanced back, eyes wide. "They're on our tail!"

Alexander shoved her forward and whipped out his gun, firing at the coyotes.

With several gunshots, the coyotes yelped and hit the dirt, twitching.

Alexander scowled, grabbing her wrist. "There might be more."

Quinn's face went pale. "What now?"

"Up the tree, quick! As high as you can go," Alexander barked.

Coyotes could jump pretty high, like 9 feet, so the tree wasn't exactly a safe bet. But before Quinn could move, the grass started rustling all around them. With no other option, Alexander yanked her along, running like mad.

Two legs against four? No chance, especially not against these nimble coyotes. After a bit, Alexander let go of Quinn. "You go first!"This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

"But-"

She hesitated, and a coyote sprang from the grass, lunging at them. Alexander swung his gun like a bat, smacking the coyote mid-air. It yelped in pain. That just ticked them off more. Four or five more coyotes leapt out, teeth bared. Quinn's eyes went wide, and sweat trickled down her back.

Those wolves looked cute but were vicious as hell.

Alexander stood his ground, using his gun like a club, swatting the coyotes away. But his arms got slashed up, his clothes shredded, revealing bloody gashes.

Quinn panicked, grabbing a rock and chucking it at the coyotes. No luck, she missed. She then grabbed a thick branch, swinging it wildly. But those coyotes were too quick. Alexander pulled a knife from his boot, yelling, "What are you doing? Run!"

Quinn opened her mouth to argue, but he was already back to fighting the coyotes.

These critters were crafty and could jump high. Alexander managed to injure two more, but that just made 'em angrier. Meanwhile, the coyotes seemed to ignore Quinn.

Quinn didn't bolt. She swung the branch like a maniac, and miraculously, she hit one.

In return, she got scratched, but her thick clothes took most of the damage.

Seeing she hadn't run, Alexander frowned.

Just as he was about to shout, a coyote leapt from behind Quinn, aiming for her neck.