Love Unspoken

Without a second thought, Alexander yanked her into his arms and chucked the dagger behind him.

The blade nailed the coyote right in the throat. It let out a pitiful yelp mid-air before crashing to the ground.

Quinn saw the coyote at her feet, cold sweat trickling down her back, and her grip on the stick was shaky.

Just then, another one leaped from behind. Hearing the rush of wind, Alexander swung his gun backward, smacking the coyote on the head with the butt, knocking it out cold.

The other coyotes went for their legs. Quinn's were half-exposed, while Alexander's pants were thicker, so naturally, they targeted Quinn first.

Seeing this, Alexander shoved Quinn aside, yanked the dagger from the coyote's neck, and started taking on the rest.

Quinn stumbled back a few steps and hit the ground.

By now, it was dark, and the forest was a murky mess, but the coyotes had killer night vision, making it prime hunting time for them.

Even after losing a few buddies, they didn't back down, each one charging like it had nothing to lose.

No one knew how long it had been when the forest finally went quiet.

Quinn squinted, couldn't hear the coyotes, and couldn't see Alexander. Everything was pitch black.

She slowly got up, the eerie bird calls still echoing through the trees.

"Alexander?" she called out, her voice shaky.

"Over here," Alexander answered weakly.

Hearing his voice, Quinn finally let out a breath and stumbled her way toward him.

Unable to see clearly, she tripped over something and went down with a yelp.

A pained grunt came from beneath her. Quinn reached out, felt Alexander's chest, and quickly got up.

She fumbled around, grabbed his arm, and pulled him up. "You okay? Are you hurt bad?"

"Not too bad," he said.

Quinn paused, then heard him add, "But if you squeeze any harder, I might not make it."

Realizing her hand was sticky and slick, Quinn immediately let go of his arm.

Alexander fished a lighter out of his pocket. With a flick, the flame lit up their faces.

Quinn saw blood on his face, his clothes in tatters, and his skin covered in nasty wounds, some with the flesh turned out, bloody and raw.

Quinn's face twisted with worry as she spoke, "How'd you get so messed up?"

Alexander shifted, bending one leg, a smirk playing on his lips. "Worried I'll kick the bucket?"

The firelight danced on his bloodied face, and with his weak smile, he looked kinda spooky.

Quinn had wanted to show some concern, but his comment made her switch gears. "You haven't gotten me outta here yet. What am I supposed to do if you croak?"

"Guess I'm a pretty handy bodyguard," he said weakly.

Quinn didn't get what he meant, but with him talking like that despite his injuries, she didn't bother arguing. She looked around and saw several coyote corpses on the ground, with two still barely alive, their bellies rising and falling weakly.Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.