Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 385

Was she hallucinating from fear, or had the master of this castle gone mad?

Did he have some kind of death wish?

Her nerves were stretched to the breaking point; all she could hear was the frantic pounding of her heart. Sweat trickled down her temple, yet Mila didn't dare move a muscle.

She was terrified of provoking the wolf's aggression.

Her only hope was that this beast was domesticated, its wild instincts dulled enough that it wouldn't bite without reason. She certainly wasn't confident she could outrun a wolf-one wrong move and she'd probably be pinned and torn apart.

She just didn't understand.

It wasn't like she never went to church. How could her luck still be this terrible?

Was she really going to die here, devoured by a wolf before even seeing her great-aunt awaken? To die like this-unseen, unfought—was just too much to accept.

Her eyes burned with tears, frustration and fear and anger all tangled together.

The wolf edged closer, so near she could feel the coarse, plush fur brushing her calf—rough yet soft, the bristles tingling against her skin. Its hot breath washed over her leg, and she became aware of something damp and sticky brushing her skin. Mila wanted to cry.

The wolf was drooling.

Of course it was drooling-its mouth was watering at the sight of her!

How could there be no one in this massive castle to come and drag the beast away? Surely her unknown captor hadn't gone to all this trouble just to feed her to a wolf, had they? That seemed like an awfully elaborate plan for such a grisly end.

Mila was starting to lose hope, her mind drifting to nonsense.

What else could she do? She could feel something sharp and hard nudging her calf now-the wolf was clearly testing her flesh with its teeth, gauging whether it was worth a bite.

She was already the main course.

she caught a flicker of movement out of the corner of her eye. She turned her gaze and saw a young woman at the far end of the corridor, dressed in a crisp black-and-white maid's uniform, golden hair tied

heart leapt with

raise her voice, but her eyes pleaded for

maid only glanced at

Mila stared in disbelief.

or some bizarre prank, how could they be so

Wait a minute...

the wolf for a while now,

didn't

The moment she moved, its jaws clamped around her calf-not biting down, but making it

but the wolf was already this

tasted blood, she'd be

Mila froze.

to ignore the primal urge to flee, feeling the wolf's hot breath and sharp teeth pressing against her leg.

stood motionless as a full-grown wolf, pelt a mix of tawny, gray, and black, prowled around her. Its golden eyes glinted coldly, creating a wild and surreal picture—a beauty and the beast scene come to life... at least,

Mila's legs were numb.

long she'd been standing there. The light in the corridor was gradually fading, and more than one person had walked past-maids in black- and-white uniforms, footmen in dark suits-each gliding by in silence, not one stopping

She didn't understand.

wolf ignored everyone else, never taking its

just

She was exhausted.

...

going to

flickering on the walls. Mila,

couldn't take

game of chicken with a wolf. If the wolf wasn't going to eat her, this was just some kind of sick

she supposed to stand here until

Forever?

foot, waited for the tingling ache to subside, then-