Counterback of the Despised Luna by Diana West

Chapter 411 Dangerous

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“Move aside!” The rescue team behind us surged forward, their tools and machinery ready for action.

I yanked Yura out of the way, while the bodyguards lent their strength to assist the team.

“Hurry, please, hurry!” Yura’s voice shook with panic. Her grip on reality was slipping, and every second felt like a lifetime.

The sky darkened. Night was almost here.

“Yu, we’re doing everything we can. We’ll find him,” Ryan, who had been quietly supporting Yura, finally spoke, his voice steady.

Shovels and machinery worked together, clearing away debris from the collapsed building.

Then, a small patch of black, short hair appeared from beneath the rubble.

It was a man.

“Timothy! It’s Timothy!” Yura’s heart raced. She fixated on the debris, a mixture of hope and desperation threatening to tear her apart. She screamed his name.

“We’ve found him! Keep going!” one of the rescue team members shouted, urgency in his voice.

Before anyone could respond, the ground shook violently. Aftershock.

The world spun. I pulled Yura to me, struggling to stay upright.

The tremor hit so hard and fast that several team members lost their footing, their shovels clattering to the ground.

deafening crash of stone

wall from the building collapsed again, burying the

more.

had crumbled

Yura’s voice cracked, full

face as she lunged toward

held her back,

here!” the leader bellowed, and his teammates went to

He’s going to be fine,” I whispered,

rescue leader barked. Several werewolf team members scrambled to lift the fallen wall

hands, not wanting her to witness

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group of people scrambled to lift the man who had been buried

any longer. She shoved past me, her gaze fixed on the man being

landed on Timothy. I let out a breath

had found him. Timothy was alive.

like the man she had once known. His clothes were torn and ruined, dust coating his face and arms. His skin was pale, lips cracked, and his right leg… it was a nightmare. The pant leg had been torn apart, and deep, bloody wounds scarred

was unconscious, limp on

to speak. Tears poured down her face, but no words came

stretcher, and together, they carefully transferred Timothy onto it,

by his side, clutching his hand. Tears dripped steadily onto his skin as she

injuries. I couldn’t keep quiet anymore. “Doctor, how is he?” I asked, my voice tight with concern.

the looks of it, Timothy’s injuries

trapped for too long. After the building collapsed, a

and nerves. After being trapped this long, the only option is amputation. If we don’t,

My stomach dropped.