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.

crash

of the wall from the building collapsed again, burying the man under the rubble

more.

building had crumbled entirely. The new fallen debris

cracked, full of

as she lunged toward the

back, my grip

the pace! We’re saving lives here!” the leader bellowed, and his teammates went to work as swiftly as

on, Yura. He’s going to be fine,” I whispered, trying to calm

werewolf team members scrambled to lift

my hands, not wanting her

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lift the man who had been buried beneath the rubble for what felt

contain herself any longer. She shoved past me, her gaze fixed on the man being pulled from

on Timothy. I let

had found him. Timothy

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 his flesh. The jagged gash was stuck to the fabric, like it had become part

was unconscious, limp on the stretcher.

speak. Tears poured down her face, but no

stretcher, and together, they carefully transferred Timothy onto

she whispered, “Timothy, you’ll be fine… you can’t be

injuries. I couldn’t keep quiet anymore. “Doctor,

injuries were serious–his leg in particular.

“His condition is critical. He’s been trapped for too long. After the building collapsed, a large stone pinned his leg, and the aftershocks made things worse. It’s a miracle he’s still

“As for his leg … the wound is deep. The stone crushed his muscles and nerves. After being trapped this long, the

My stomach dropped.