Love Unspoken

Alexander yanked his hand back and got up off the ground.

Quinn stared at him, totally lost. The lighter's flame had died, and now they were surrounded by pitch-black darkness. The only sound was the wind rustling through the trees.

Quinn felt a wave of heat surge through her body, so intense she couldn't stand it. She suddenly crumpled to the ground, blood pouring from her throat and dribbling from the corner of her mouth. The wind carried the sharp scent of blood to Alexander's nose.

He stood there for a moment, then crouched down again.

He flicked the lighter back on, casting a glow over her curled-up form.

He reached out and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.

Quinn weakly lifted her head, trying to get up, and crawled towards him, following his hand. She crawled into Alexander's arms, hugging his waist and nuzzling against his neck. Alexander was quiet for a moment. He raised his hand and pulled down the mask from his face. Quinn finally found her way. Her fingers traced his cheek, and she pressed her lips against his.

Everything she did was what Alexander had taught her before; kissing was the first step.

So even though she was feeling super uncomfortable, she stuck to the plan. If he hadn't taken off his mask, in her current state, she might have been tormented to death by desire without knowing what to do. Alexander slowly raised his hand, placing his palm on the back of her head, and with his other hand, he closed the lighter's lid.

The shadows of the trees swayed in the night breeze.

Meanwhile, Landon was still searching everywhere. Two screw-ups had left him in a tight spot. If he didn't find Alexander soon, he'd probably be too embarrassed to go back.

He held a flashlight, scanning the surrounding bushes. In the pitch-black night, finding three people in such a huge forest was a nightmare.

As he walked, he also heard the sound of wolves howling, which was way too close for comfort.

He suddenly stopped, not daring to move forward recklessly. He glanced at the gun in his hand; if there were too many wolves, he might not be able to handle them.

Alistair's voice crackled through the walkie-talkie, "Found them yet? If not, don't keep going. Wait until daylight. They can't get away."

Landon turned off the walkie-talkie, ignoring Alistair's words.

He found a sturdy tree and climbed up, sitting on the trunk, planning to wait there until dawn.

But as he waited, he suddenly heard a gunshot. He quickly looked in the direction of the sound.

In the darkness, he vaguely saw someone running. Landon's eyes lit up, and he immediately jumped down from the tree and chased after that figure.

But by the time he got there, the person who had been running was gone. Instead, he saw a dozen pairs of eyes.

Landon's expression changed dramatically. He reacted quickly, grabbing a branch above his head and flipping himself up the tree before the pack of wolves could reach him.

Because he had a flashlight, all the wolves gathered under the tree, staring at him menacingly.

He didn't fire his gun, fearing it would attract more wild animals. He waited in the tree for the wolves to leave on their own.

These wolves had originally been chasing Sean. After running for a long time, Sean realized there was no noise behind him. He stopped and looked back, only to find that he had somehow shaken off the wolves. He patted himself on the back for being so awesome, but his joy was short-lived as he realized he was lost and couldn't find his way back.

He slapped his forehead in frustration, praying silently that Alexander and Quinn were safe.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.