Counterback of the Despised Luna by Diana West

Counterback of the Despised Luna

Chapter 414 It Is Hughie

My mind raced with questions, and I pressed on. “Who exactly is Ms. Sal, lady?”

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The elderly she–wolf lowered her gaze. After a long pause, she began to speak slowly. “That was over 20 years ago. I’ve always lived in the mountains, born and raised as a local werewolf. Life back then was tough. My husband was a hunter. Every morning, he’d leave to hunt while I stitched skins to sell in the village.”

She smiled gently, shaking her head. “Sounds unbelievable, doesn’t it? Young people today can’t really imagine what it was like. Life was hard, but we got by.”

Her face darkened. “One day, my husband’s two werewolf friends rushed him home. His legs had two deep punctures, blood pouring out. They said a venomous snake had bitten him while hunting. He was paralyzed, unable to move.”

“I was terrified. I rushed him to the hospital with some friends and relatives, but the doctor told us we were too late. He said we’d missed the best window for treatment and could only wait for the end.”

“What happened next?” I asked, a sinking feeling in my gut. I knew something important was coming.

The old she wolf smiled faintly, as though remembering a moment of relief. “On the way back, we met Ms. Sal and a young werewolf–probably her friend. I was so upset, I didn’t pay attention to much. Ms. Sal asked for directions, and seeing how distressed I was, she asked what had happened.”

“I felt so overwhelmed, I figured talking to a stranger wouldn’t hurt… Who would’ve guessed that Sal, after hearing my story, would offer to help? She said her friend was a doctor and might be able to cure my husband’s snakebite.”

Doctor? Poisoned? Could it be-

air, just out

The doctor had said there was nothing to be done. But my husband, even in his state, thought, ‘Why not?‘

expect much, but that young werewolf–he was something. He pressed a stone to my husband’s leg, then went out and picked herbs I didn’t recognize. He sang a song while working. To my amazement, my husband’s leg … it

a deep joy crossing her face. “We were ecstatic. I didn’t know

“The man

They stayed at our house for two days, but I only

Watts?

skipped a beat.

had to be

by a thought. “I actually have a picture of

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quickly asked, “Can I see it?”

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course,” the old woman smiled. She rose and shuffled to a drawer, her hands searching for a moment before she pulled out a faded

the photo,

surged through me as I

woman, both werewolves, standing side by side. The man wore casual clothes, his short hair neatly combed, and black–framed glasses sat atop his

It was Hughie.

floral dress and with her hair tied back in a ponytail, stood tall and slender. Her features were soft, graceful, and unmistakably the