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?

latched onto her leg from behind, dragging her backward. The pain was too much; Quinn's vision went black, and her fingers slipped from the

her to the ground, her head struck the pavement with a dull thud, and she slipped into unconsciousness.Quinn gave

her so much, even

It was

tears trickling down her

Sean arrived, he was horrified by the scene that greeted him. These were his dogs, and he knew their

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

approaching figure, the dogs scattered in all directions. He

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he reached her, he took in the sight of

bites. Her legs, however, were a different story. They were drenched in blood, her jeans dyed a dark red, and a trail of blood marked the ground.

struggled to open her eyes, and upon seeing Sean, her tense nerves finally

slowly closed

the situation, Sean wasted no more time. He scooped her up

vaccines, as Sean often sustained injuries from

doctor arrived, he first stemmed the bleeding before administering

the wound, disinfected it, and

the wound on her leg; he had seen many like it before. Instead, he thought she was lucky to have

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his forehead, glancing at the doctor stitching up the wound and then at Quinn, who lay on the bed, her brows