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Counterback of the Despised Luna by Diana West

Chapter 414
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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?" +8 Pearls 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 sfriends 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- A nhung in the air, just out of reach.

The old woman paused, sipping water to wet her throat. "I didn't believe them at first. The doctor had said there was nothing to be done. But my husband, even in his state, thought, 'Why not?' and agreed to let them try." "We got into their car and went back to our house. I didn't 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 just healed. Just like that.” The old woman sighed, a deep joy crossing her face. "We were ecstatic. I didn't know how to thank them." "Wait." My heart raced. This couldn't be a coincidence. "The man who knew how to heal ... what was his name?" The werewolf woman hesitated, her brow furrowing as she thought. "What was his name? I don't really know. They stayed at our house for two days, but I only ever heard Ms. Sal call him Watts." Watts? My heart skipped a beat.

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Watts-that had to be Hughie.

"Ah!" the old woman exclaimed, suddenly struck by a thought. "I actually have a picture of them." 1/2 09:59 Fri, 28 Mar Chapter 414 It Is Hughie I quickly asked, "Can I see it?" +8 Pearls "Of course," the old woman smiled. She rose and shuffled to a drawer, her hands searching for a moment before she pulled out a faded photograph.

"I found it," she said, carefully holding the photo, then handing it to me. "Here it is." Excitement and curiosity surged throughas I took the photo.

The image showed a young man and woman, both werewolves, standing side by side. The man wore casual clothes, his short hair neatly combed, and black-framed glasses sat atop his face.

It was Hughie.

The woman beside him, wearing a small floral dress and with her hair tied back in a ponytail, stood tall and slender. Her features were soft, graceful, and unmistakably the Ms. Sal I had been hearing about.

She looked exactly like me.

No wonder both Hughie and the old she-wolf had mistakenfor her.

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I studied the photo, my mind awash with questions.

Who exactly was Ms. Sal? Why did we look so alike? I couldn't shake the feeling that Ms. Sal and I shared blood.

Could she be my sister? Or maybe... my mother?

Looking at the photo and recalling the old woman's stories, it seemed Hughie and Ms. Sal had known each other well. Were they a couple?

And if they were, why was Hughie now living alone in the cold remote Northrend Where was Ms. Sal?

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