Counterback of the Despised Luna by Diana West

Chapter 413 Ms Sal

The call echoed through the room, Hughie’s voice clear for everyone to hear.

Yura had been brimming with hope, but at his refusal, her expression shattered.

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Panic flashed in her eyes. I spoke quickly. “Hughie, what about Rivemon? Can you meet us there? We’ll bring Timothy to you.”

A pause. Then, finally, he exhaled. “Alright, Rivemon it is. I’ll get there as soon as I can.”

Yura let out a breath, her relief almost palpable. Still, doubt lingered in her voice. “If Hughie’s helping, then Timothy’s leg will be fine. But … why won’t he come to Yerkshire?”

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “But at least he’s coming. Whatever his issue with Yerkshire is, it’s not our concern. Timothy comes first.”

He looked better than he had when we’d first dragged him from the rubble. Fatigue settled deep in my bones. Yura and I barely lasted a few minutes before sleep claimed us.

Morning arrived in a blur. Ryan’s voice jolted me awake. “Rosie, you’re famous.”

I rubbed my eyes. “What?”

He held out his phone, grinning. Skepticism prickled at me. I took the phone and glanced at the screen.

A news article, front and center. A photo of me and Nina beneath it.

A Beauty with a Kind Heart: Tireless in Aiding Disaster Victims!

A journalist must have been there when I was helping in the mountains. The picture–Nina and I linking pinkies–had been taken without me noticing.

The story spread like wildfire. Newspapers ran it, online platforms ate it up, and Rivemon’s local TV station kept it on a loop.

Thousands of people had already seen it. The comments overflowed with praise. Beautiful. Kind. Selfless.

become some kind of a

exasperated. “I have no idea how they

smirked. “Rosie, you’re basically an angel sent to

shot him a look. “You’re ridiculous.”

he could answer,

I didn’t

picked up. “Hello?”

voice answered. “Good afternoon.

slightly. “I am. Who’s calling?”

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She asked us to help her get in touch with you. She’d like to meet you

from the television

“Sorry, I don’t have

something older–an elderly werewolf woman. “Ms. Sal,

Ms. Sall

struck a chord.

echo from a distant

The first time I met Hughie at Keardes Hill, he’d muttered under his breath,

Who was Sal?

you on TV, dear. I just had to see you

you.” The words spilled out

Why had both

for

me an address. I let Yura know where I

hour later, I stood at the old woman’s doorstep.

door swung open. A frail werewolf woman, silver hair spilling over her thin shoulders, looked up at me.