Chapter 1208
Quinn was at her wit's end, totally baffled why this tiger was so hell-bent on chasing Alexander.
"Did Alexander mess with its mate or cub when he was out earlier? Is that why this tiger's out for blood?" Quinn mumbled to herself.
Alexander was already banged up, and the tiger wasn't letting up. He perched on a treetop, watching the tiger charge, sighed, and grabbed a vine to swing to another tree. The tiger was pissed, missing him over and over, even falling from the tree. Its furious roar was so loud Quinn had to cover her ears.
Then it stopped climbing and started whacking the tree trunk with its powerful paws. The whole tree shook with each hit.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.
The tree wasn't gonna break, but Alexander was struggling to keep his balance.
His fingers clutched the trunk so hard they turned white, veins popping on the back of his hand. The wound on his arm was still bleeding, staining his whole arm red. Blood trickled down to his palm, smearing the tree trunk.
With the next hit, his hand slipped, and he fell straight from the tree.
Quinn's eyes widened, and her heart sank with him.
She stood there, frozen, her limbs like jelly.
Alexander hit the ground, feeling dizzy. Before he could even think about the pain, the tiger was already pouncing at him.
He rolled away in a panic, barely dodging its attack.
Maybe it was luck; there was a slope, and he rolled down, putting some distance between him and the tiger.
The next second, the tiger pounced again, not caring about the slope, leaping down like a maniac.
Quinn could barely see, just him and the tiger tumbling down the slope, the tiger letting out another roar before everything went silent.
Her legs finally worked, and she stumbled towards them, falling a bunch of times in her rush.
Each time she fell, she got up and ran towards the slope, terrified that if she was a second too late, she wouldn't even see Alexander's body.
At this point, she couldn't tell if she was worried about him or about not being able to get out herself.
Tears streamed down her face, making her already blurry vision worse.
She wiped her tears as she ran towards the slope.
Stopping at the top, she shakily held the lighter, her fingers trembling, scared to press the switch.
There was no sound below; the forest was eerily quiet, no birds, no insects.
Even the air seemed silent.
She closed her eyes, taking deep breaths, but after several tries, she still couldn't press the lighter.
It wasn't until a gust of wind rustled the leaves, making her think it was Alexander's footsteps, that she suddenly opened her eyes and lit the lighter.
By the faint light, she saw a dark figure lying motionless below, about the size of a tiger.
"Is the tiger eating Alexander?" Quinn muttered.
Her fingers trembled, almost dropping the lighter. She gripped it tightly, found a stone on the ground, and cautiously slid down the slope.
There were too many leaves, and the slope was too steep. She fell again while descending.
Ignoring the pain, she got up, holding the lighter in one hand and the stone in the other, slowly approaching the tiger.