Love Unspoken

Quinn's eyes narrowed in alarm as another dog lunged at her, its teeth snapping at her face and neck.

Instinctively, she jerked her head back, her hand flying up to shield her face.

The dog, however, redirected its attack, sinking its teeth into her other arm. It pierced through the fabric of her down jacket and bit into her flesh.

Quinn winced, drawing in a sharp breath as pain radiated from the wound. Yet, the assault didn't end there.

As she fended off the attacks from above, another dog latched onto her leg. Her pants, not as thick as her jacket, offered little protection, and blood was drawn almost instantly.

A searing pain shot up from her calf, causing her vision to blur and darken. She teetered on the brink of unconsciousness.

The dogs, once they had their teeth in her, didn't let go. They clung on tenaciously, pulling and tearing at her as if intent on ripping her apart.

With a sickening rip, one of the dogs tore through her down jacket, sending feathers flying in all directions.

In her disoriented state, Quinn found herself thinking it looked like snow.

Ignoring the pain that coursed through her body, she scrambled and rolled, her fingers clutching desperately at a nearby railing. She tried to scream, but no sound emerged. The inability to call out for help only heightened her fear.

After all, if she couldn't scream, how would anyone know of her terror? How would anyone know of her pain?

onto her leg from behind, dragging her backward. The pain was too much; Quinn's vision

head struck the pavement with

hated her so much, even

It was as if she was

closed her eyes, tears trickling

that greeted him. These were his dogs, and he knew their

being dragged by several dogs. Without a moment's hesitation,

through the air like a knife. At the sound of his voice and his approaching figure, the dogs scattered in all

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reached her, he took in the sight of

relatively unscathed due to the thick layers, save for a few red scratches from the bites. Her legs, however, were a different story. They were drenched

eyes, and upon seeing Sean, her tense nerves

by exhaustion, she slowly closed her

no more time. He scooped her up and rushed her to the

present who had the necessary rabies vaccines, as Sean often sustained injuries from

he first stemmed the bleeding before

disinfected it, and stitched

by the wound on her leg; he had seen many like it before. Instead,

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wiped the sweat off his forehead, glancing at the doctor stitching up the wound