Love Unspoken

Alexander awkwardly looked away, grabbed her hand, and scrambled up the tree.

But they still weren't high enough; they needed to go higher. He climbed a bit more and then reached down to pull Quinn up. They stopped about halfway up, squeezing onto a branch as thick as an arm, and peered down to check out the scene below. The wolves showed up, about ten of them, making a beeline for the dead wolves.

They chowed down on the bodies, taking their sweet time. It took them a good half hour to finish, leaving just a pile of bones.

Quinn clung to the tree trunk. Seeing these beasts up close made her really feel the danger of being deep in the forest.

Running into these wild animals showed her just how brutal this place was. She knew she couldn't get out of here alone.

Once the wolves were full, they sniffed around a bit but didn't stick around long before slinking off.

The forest went quiet again, with only the birds chirping. Except for the bloody bones on the ground, it was like the wolves had never been there.

Out of the corner of her eye, Quinn saw green bugs on the tree trunk spreading out, crawling all over the branches.

She tucked her hands into her sleeves and used the fabric to squash the bugs around her.

She was scared the bugs would crawl on her, and if they were poisonous, that'd be a whole new problem. So, it was better to just deal with the grossness and crush them.

On top of that, mosquitoes were buzzing in her ears. These mosquitoes were poisonous too, and their bites were both painful and itchy.

Quinn couldn't take it anymore and said to Alexander, "Can we go down?"

Alexander kept an eye on the ground and shook his head, "Too dangerous down there. Let's just crash in the tree for the night."

Quinn scratched her mosquito-bitten neck and grumbled, "There are so many mosquitoes."

"There are mosquitoes down there too," Alexander said calmly.

Quinn couldn't argue with that.

Alexander reached out and held her, letting her lean against him. "You sleep first. I won't let you fall."

Quinn looked at his injuries and hesitated. "You sleep. I'm not tired."

Who could sleep in a place like this?

Alexander didn't even bother with pleasantries. He just leaned on Quinn's shoulder. "Then don't let me fall."

Quinn rolled her eyes but didn't respond.

She checked out the tree. Apart from the bugs, there wasn't much danger. In this place, even caterpillars didn't seem so scary-except for the colorful ones, of course.NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

Quinn saw one on the tree next to Alexander. She quietly broke off a branch and used it to flick the caterpillar to the ground.

Alexander seemed to have fallen asleep on her shoulder, his warm breath constantly brushing against her neck, making her nerves tingle.

Quinn took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and tried to calm down. She carefully moved his head to the side.

In this situation, feeling aroused made her despise herself.

She pinched her thigh and endured the night in the tree.