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.

kind

have

an angel sent to

a look.

he could answer, my phone rang.

number I didn’t recognize.

picked up. “Hello?”

answered. “Good afternoon. Is

“I am. Who’s calling?”

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asked us to help her get in touch with you. She’d like to meet you in person to thank you. Would you be available

the

“Sorry, I don’t

something older–an elderly

Ms. Sall

struck

was familiar, like an echo from

The first time I met Hughie at Keardes

Who was Sal?

grew more urgent. “I saw you on TV, dear. I just

are you? I’ll come to you.” The words spilled

answers. Why had both she and

for

Yura know where I was

I stood at the old woman’s doorstep.

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