Suddenly, the life detector emitted a sharp beep. "There's someone down there!" a werewolf bodyguard shouted urgently. Yura and I rushed toward the noise. The collapsed building lay before us—wooden beams and bricks scattered in every direction. Beneath the rubble, the detector signaled a survivor. "Dig. Now!" I barked, my voice cold and commanding. Yura's grip tightened around my arm. "Rosaline, do you think it's Timothy?" "I don't care who it is. As long as it's life, we can't stop," I said, my tone resolute, lips set tight. A few werewolf bodyguards and rescue team members immediately began to work. They moved with care, avoiding any additional harm to the person beneath the wreckage. It wasn't long before the faint sound of a child's cry reached our ears. "It's a kid," Yura said, her eyes darkening with disappointment. The trapped person wasn't Timothy. A heavy ache settled in my chest as I saw Yura's despair. I understood her pain, but right now, saving a life was the only thing that mattered. Whoever was buried under that rubble needed to be rescued, regardless of who they were. I stepped up and placed a hand on Yura's shoulder, offering what comfort I could. "We'll find him. I promise." I didn't linger on my words. As others cleared the debris, I jumped in, working with them. The dust and dirt coated me, but I didn't care. Time was slipping away. Soon, the rubble began to clear, and a small tuft of hair and twin ponytails emerged from the pile. "It's a girl! Get her out, quickly!" I said, my voice tight with relief. Saving lives—any lives—was all that mattered now. The quake's devastation meant there were bound to be more casualties, and every person we could save was one less life lost. The werewolves worked tirelessly, some shifting into their wolf forms, claws tearing through the earth and debris with terrifying precision.The more rubble we cleared, the clearer the child's cries grew. "Mommy, Mommy ... " Her sobs filled the air, and Yura's sorrow faded into determination. She joined in, helping the others. "Mommy? It's a mother and daughter. There's more under there!" I called, my voice urgent. I began issuing orders, keeping everyone focused. Ten minutes later, after a collective effort, we finally shifted the last heavy beam out of the way. I looked down and saw a she wolf, her head hanging low. She had clearly transformed before the building collapsed. In her arms, she held a young werewolf girl, no older than six or seven. The mother's back was a gruesome sight—slashed open, dark red streaks marking where her fur had been torn away. The little girl seemed better off, though. She had only a few scrapes, but her face was streaked with dirt and tears. The grime mixed with the blood in the air, making her look heartbreakingly vulnerable. The sight pierced through me. This brave mother had shielded her child with her own body. "Mom ... Mommy, wake up ... " The girl paused when she saw us, her eyes widening. Then she broke down, shaking her mother's head with frantic hands. "Someone's here! Please wake up, Mommy ... " she sobbed. I stepped forward and spoke gently. "Don't cry, little one." The rescue team quickly moved in, carefully shifting the mother wolf's body, lifting her from the rubble, and placing her on a stretcher. Yura stood off to the side, her expression tense with worry as she watched the she wolf. The little girl was moved to a safer area, where a doctor began tending to her minor injuries, applying ointment with gentle hands. Her voice was hoarse from crying, but she kept her gaze fixed on her mother. "Please ... help my mommy ... " she whispered, tears still falling.Yura stayed near the she wolf, not treating her, but trying to revive her. Despite the doctor's efforts, the she wolf remained still, unresponsive, drifting in and out of consciousness. "I'll check on her," I said, my voice steady but tight. "We'll do everything we can to save her." I couldn't fathom the weight of the stones and beams that had crushed her back during the earthquake. The chances of survival seemed slim. I gave the little girl one last comforting look, then nodded to the doctor to stay with her and moved toward the stretcher. Yura rose slowly, worry etched on her face. I checked the she wolf again. Blood had dried on her limbs, evidence of how long she had been trapped. "How is she? Have her wounds been treated?" I asked. Yura sighed, looking briefly at the little girl in the distance. She shook her head, silent. Finally, the werewolf doctor spoke up. "This area was hit the hardest. She and the girl were buried for so long. That she's still alive is a miracle. As for the severe abrasions on her back ... we've done what we could, but we don't have the tools for surgery. It's too late to get her to the city ... It's doubtful she'll make it." The doctor's words hung in the air, heavy and unanswered.