Love Unspoken

Chapter 1190

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.

losing a few buddies, they didn't back down, each one charging like

knew how long it had

couldn't hear the coyotes, and couldn't see Alexander. Everything was

up, the eerie bird calls still echoing

out, her voice

Alexander

his voice, Quinn finally let out a breath and stumbled

tripped over something and went down with a

pained grunt came from beneath her. Quinn reached out,

arm, and pulled him up. "You okay? Are you

too bad," he

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

hand was sticky and slick,

a lighter out of his pocket. With

and his skin covered in nasty wounds, some with the flesh turned