Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 1084

The savannah seemed to stretch on endlessly at night and it felt eerily dreadful and dangerous.

Shayne was speeding down the road like a mad man and had been driving for about ten to twenty kilometers before noticing the shadow of a wild wolf.

A trembling woman was hiding nearby within the wolf's blind spot.

It was Yanny.

Shayne was still able to recognize her under the shroud of darkness.

Shayne's heart was racing incredibly fast and it felt as if it was about to jump out of his throat.

Just as the wolf was about to pounce into the valley, Shayne flashed his high beams at the wolf. The wolf was distracted by the blinding light as it got ready to charge and attack Shayne's Jeep.

Shayne picked up his assault rifle, pointed it outside the window and just as the wolf charged forward, he took aim at the wolf's body and shot it down.

The wolf whimpered loudly in the night as his body swiftly fell onto the ground and perished soon after.

Shayne opened the door, tossed his gun aside and jumped out of the car as he strode over to the valley.

Although it would only take him a couple minutes to reach her, Shayne was running for his life toward her.

Even his breathing was labored when he reached Yanny.

When he underwent anti-terrorism training, his physical strength reached level 3S which was the highest. Hence, he should not be panting heavily when running such a short distance on grassy plains.

He was about to be driven mad from his panic.

Yanny was cowering in the valley like a little doll. She did not even move an inch and seemed lifeless. Her face looked inhumanly pale while beads of cold sweat continuously came rolling down her forehead. This showed how mortally terrified she was.

Shayne took a deep breath, strode over and immediately hugged her tightly.

The person in his arms felt as stiff as a dead person. However, she was still trembling in cold sweat.

She felt as fragile as porcelain. Shayne lowered his head and gave her forehead a firm kiss.

It seemed like he was silently comforting her.

He hugged her for a really long time.

Shayne's racing heart finally calmed down as he reached out to tuck her sweaty strands of hair behind her ear. He then comforted her with a soft and gentle voice, "Don't worry. I've killed the wolf already. You're safe now, Yanny."

Yanny was unable to snap out of her trance for a good long while. Her gaze looked cold and it seemed the sheer terror from her run in with death made her movements slow and her mind sluggish.

Yanny could not even mutter a single word.

All she could do was simply allow Shayne to hug her while she desperately tried to regain as much will to stay alive.

Shayne held onto the back of her head and buried her into his warm chest just to let her feel the very least alive.

Yanny was incredibly weak but she still grabbed onto Shayne's shirt by his shoulders with her trembling hands. She was grabbing him with so much force that the bones in her hands were protruding out from the back of her hands.

It seemed as if she was clinging onto the piece of fabric like it was her only lifeboat. She was gripping it so tightly that it hurt her fingers so much it nearly made her feel numb.

After a good long while had passed, Yanny opened her mouth and forcefully bit Shayne's shoulder as she was no longer able to hold her tears back as huge beads of tears came pouring out of her eyes.

After crying silently for a brief moment, she finally cried her lungs out.