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.

came the deafening crash

building collapsed

more.

lasted only a minute, but it was enough. The building had

Yura’s voice cracked, full of anguish.

poured down her face as she lunged toward the

her back, my grip

leader bellowed, and his teammates went

be fine,”

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

eyes with my hands, not wanting her to witness more. Then, the leader’s

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had

herself any longer. She shoved past me, her

her eyes landed on Timothy. I let out

him. Timothy was alive.

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 of him.

was

down her face, but

they carefully transferred Timothy onto it, lifting him into

onto his skin as she whispered, “Timothy, you’ll be fine… you can’t be hurt

doctor examine Timothy’s injuries. I couldn’t keep quiet anymore. “Doctor, how is he?” I asked, my voice tight

Timothy’s injuries were serious–his

trapped for too long. After the building collapsed, a large stone pinned his leg, and the aftershocks made things worse. It’s

crushed his muscles and nerves. After being

My stomach dropped.