Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 332

The rain had stopped, but the night was bone-chillingly cold.

Curled up inside the tent, you could hear water dripping onto the rocks outside, along with the occasional, unidentifiable cry of some wild animal.

A warm light glowed inside the tent.

Archie had insisted on keeping the lamp on. Even though he tried to convince himself that the crying sounds were just Mila’s altitude sickness-induced hallucinations, he was clearly unsettled.

Who would have thought a guy his size would be spooked by something that might not even be real?

Mila, on the other hand, seemed unfazed.

She was puzzled, yes, but oddly enough, not scared. The only thing bothering her was the sharp, stabbing pain in her head, which made her feel woozy and out of sorts.

Every time she tried to think, the pain threatened to split her skull.

As midnight drew on, a heavy, gasping breath suddenly broke the silence outside, followed by the rapid, pounding thud of hooves—urgent and close.

In the next instant,

Both of them jolted awake from their half-sleep, staring out at the tent walls in alarm.

Thanks to the lamp, a shadow was thrown up onto the fabric—a huge animal with horns. The silhouette was stretched and warped, vaguely cow-like, but somehow heavier, more menacing.

A wild bison? she wondered.

Mila’s heart thundered in her chest. Gritting her teeth, she crawled out of her sleeping bag, ignoring the pain in her head, and instinctively reached for the hammer lying on the ground for protection.

If it really was a wild bison, they were in trouble. Unlike domesticated ones, a lone bison could be aggressive and unpredictable, even if it was technically an herbivore.

A fully grown wild bison wouldn’t think twice about challenging bears or wolves.

It could flip a truck without breaking a sweat.

Killing a person would be child’s play.

Just her luck—one problem after another. Mila had known the last stretch to Solaris City would be dangerous, but not like this.

And with her altitude sickness in full force, her strength was already running low.

As she was steeling herself, a hand reached out and blocked her. She looked up to see Archie, gripping a hunting knife, crouched and staring hard at the shadow outside. He didn’t look at her—just stayed poised, ready to spring.

“Stay in the tent. Don’t go out.”

He tossed the words over his shoulder, ready to charge outside, but Mila grabbed his sleeve and hissed, “Don’t be stupid. If anything happens, we run.”

There was no way they could fight this thing, not just the two of them. Their best chance was to run.

The animal’s shadow loomed closer, hoofbeats shaking the earth. Mila pointed to the left side of the tent and whispered urgently.

“Now!”