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Volume Two · Chapter Forty-Four · The First Shift
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Undercover Wolf: My Target, My Girlfriend Volume Two · Chapter Forty-Five · The Peering Glass
Adrian left at dawn. He made no sound as he left—pushed the door gap open, slipped sideways, his footsteps echoing a few times in the passage, then fading, until they were absorbed by the pipe's wind. Lane leaned against the wall, listening to the sound move from near to far, then gone. He didn't move. Evelyn leaned against the opposite wall, her breathing still steady. The oil lamp's light, in the early morning, had taken on a paler tone—shifting from yellow to white, like the light itself was adjusting its intensity with the time.Lane sat for a while, then stood. His left shoulder gave a faint, dry click as he rose—like a piece of wood returning from a bent position. He took two steps in the small space, stopping at Adrian's workbench. Several things lay on the surface: a notebook, dark cover, edges curled from repeated flipping; an iron box, its lid ajar; an oil lamp, a thin ring of wax at its base. He looked at them, didn't reach out. But he noticed a thin worn line on the drawer
Undercover Wolf: My Target, My Girlfriend Volume Two · Chapter Forty-Four · The First Shift
After Lane said that, Adrian didn't ask why. He stood, extinguished the oil lamp, rolled the map and tucked it into his inner pocket, walked to the wall, closed the iron crate's lid, and tucked the notebook under his arm. He did all this without speaking, motions quick and efficient—like he'd rehearsed it more than once. "Go. The north pipe has a branching path—better direction." He pushed the door open and slipped sideways into the passage. Evelyn followed, Lane last. He reached into his pocket, touched the stabilizing reagent's position to confirm it was still there, then stepped into the passage as well.They walked through the pipes for about ten minutes. Adrian's steps didn't pause—at the fork, he took the narrower branch. The passage narrowed, and dark water stains began to appear on the walls, deep lines tracing downward along the brick joints—like marks left by something that had flowed slowly. After some distance, Adrian stopped beside the passage wall, pressed his palm flat
Undercover Wolf: My Target, My Girlfriend Volume Two · Chapter Forty-Three · The Rules of the Hunt
The light in the underground lab was yellow, steady, radiating evenly from the oil lamp's wick—like a flattened star. Lane sat on the edge of the iron bed, back against the brick, the dull ache in his left shoulder slowly settling—shifting from a sharp pain to a vague background sensation, something his body was adapting to rather than something that needed attention. He kept his eyes closed, listening to the wind drifting down the stairwell—continuous, low, like someone blowing slowly through a pipe far away. Evelyn sat at the table, holding half a piece of flatbread, not eating. She set it down, ran her finger along its edge once, then stopped. Adrian sat at the workbench, lamplight falling across his open sketchbook. He drew a few lines, paused, set down his pencil, and looked at the things on the tabletop, like he was confirming their positions."They won't stop." Adrian's voice came from the table, level, like he was stating already-sorted information. "Klaus will send trackers.
Undercover Wolf: My Target, My Girlfriend Volume Two · Chapter Forty-Two · The New Tenants in the Basement
When Lane opened his eyes, the change was complete. He looked down at his hands—five human fingers, trimmed nails, the skin drier than before, but intact. He flexed each finger individually, confirming they moved independently, then stood and put his coat back on, fastening the buttons. A faint, dry click came from his left shoulder as he moved it—like a joint rotating—then it settled.Adrian was already standing at the pump house door, looking out. Morning light seeped through the gap, laying a rectangular patch of brightness at his feet. "Let's go. Not far." He pushed the door open and stepped out.They crossed the open lot, walked a gravel path overgrown with weeds, and entered a narrow alley. Adrian stopped at a rusted iron door on the side of an old building, pulled a key from his pocket, turned it half a rotation, and pushed the door open. A flight of stairs descended—concrete, narrow enough for one person. The paint on the walls had blistered and peeled, revealing gray brick be
Undercover Wolf: My Target, My Girlfriend Volume Two · Chapter Forty-One · Light Underground
The truck drove in darkness for about twenty minutes. Lane didn't count the time, but he felt the vibration pattern shift—from short, sharp jolts to longer, smoother undulations, like the road had changed from cracked stone to packed earth. He lifted his head from the crate, opened his eyes. The light in the truck bed was dimmer than before—no streetlights bled through the tarp's gaps, only moonlight seeping through the fabric's folds, a thin silver-white film pressed against the inner wall.His breathing was deeper than usual. In wolf form, he was curled between the crates, forepaws resting where his knees would be. He felt his shape in the dark—took stock of his position, his state. Evelyn's hand still rested on the back of his neck. Her fingers lay on the surface of his fur, warmth seeping through the gaps, a slow-spreading heat. He could feel her breathing—slow, steady, like when she sat by the hearth, holding a certain rhythm.The truck slowed. Stopped. The engine died, the vibra
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The door closed behind them with a low, solid thud. Evelyn stood in the dark of the foyer, glanced at him sideways, then said, "Adrian's waiting in the basement." She turned toward the stairwell, her steps not pausing. Lane followed, down a flight of stairs, around a corner, and further down. The walls shifted from plaster to red brick, the floor from stone to concrete. The air carried a damp, rust-tinged draft.At the end of the corridor stood an iron door, light seeping through its gap. Evelyn paused at the threshold, turned sideways, and pushed it open.Inside: a table, a lamp, a few chairs. A stack of iron crates against the wall. Adrian sat at the table, a sketchbook open before him, copper-rimmed glasses on his nose. He didn't stand when Evelyn entered, but he set down his pencil, placed it on the tabletop, and looked past her—at Lane following behind. His gaze paused on Lane's left shoulder, then moved away."You made it," he said. "Smoke's rising from the tower.""Burned it,"
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