Counterback of the Despised Luna by Diana West

Chapter 407

Chapter 407 The Mother and Daughter Under the Ruins

Suddenly, the life detector emitted a sharp beep.

“There’s someone down there!” a werewolf bodyguard shouted urgently.

Yura and I rushed toward the noise.

The collapsed building lay before us–wooden beams and bricks scattered in every direction.

Beneath the rubble, the detector signaled a survivor.

“Dig. Now!” I barked, my voice cold and commanding.

Yura’s grip tightened around my arm. “Rosaline, do you think it’s Timothy?”

“I don’t care who it is. As long as it’s life, we can’t stop,” I said, my tone resolute, lips set tight.

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A few werewolf bodyguards and rescue team members immediately began to work. They moved with care, avoiding any additional harm to the person beneath the wreckage.

It wasn’t long before the faint sound of a child’s cry reached our ears.

“It’s a kid,” Yura said, her eyes darkening with disappointment.

The trapped person wasn’t Timothy.

A heavy ache settled in my chest as I saw Yura’s despair.

I understood her pain, but right now, saving a life was the only thing that mattered. Whoever was buried

needed to be rescued, regardless of

on Yura’s shoulder, offering what

As others cleared the debris, I jumped in, working with them. The dust and dirt coated me, but

to clear, and a small tuft of hair and twin ponytails emerged from

out, quickly!” I

all that mattered now. The quake’s devastation meant there were bound to be more casualties, and every person we could save was one less

forms, claws tearing through the earth and debris with terrifying

more rubble we cleared, the clearer the child’s cries

“Mommy, Mommy…”

the air, and Yura’s sorrow faded into determination. She joined in, helping the others.

more under there!” I

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effort, we finally shifted the last heavy beam

looked down and saw a she wolf, her head

clearly transformed before the

her arms, she held a young werewolf girl,

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dark red streaks marking where her fur had

girl seemed better off, though. She had only a few scrapes, but her face was streaked with dirt and tears. The grime mixed with the blood

sight pierced through

had shielded her child with her

her eyes widening. Then she broke down, shaking her

wake up, Mommy…”

gently. “Don’t cry, little one.”

shifting the mother wolf’s body, lifting her from the rubble,

stood off to the side, her expression tense with worry

area, where a doctor began tending to her minor injuries, applying ointment with

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