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.

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

how long it had been when the forest finally went

squinted, couldn't hear the coyotes, and couldn't see Alexander.

bird calls still echoing through

out,

Alexander answered

a breath and stumbled her way toward

over something and went

Quinn reached out, felt Alexander's chest,

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

bad,"

him add, "But if you squeeze any harder, I might

slick, Quinn immediately let

fished a lighter out of his pocket. With

clothes in tatters, and his skin covered in nasty wounds,