All Chapters of Undercover Wolf: My Target, My Girlfriend: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

When Lane walked out of the pump house, the morning light had shifted from pale gold to a denser white, rising from above the eastern building silhouettes, pushing down the street, narrowing the shadows at the wall bases inch by inch. He didn't quicken his pace.Crossing the street blocked by abandoned vehicles, he heard a sound—engine noise, but not a vehicle. Older, continuous, a regular grinding friction, like some machinery running far off, blurred by the morning light. It came from the north, from the direction he'd just come, but further—like it was moving along the industrial zone's edge. He stopped in the middle of the street, tilted his head, listened for a moment, then continued walking. His speed didn't change.Passing the small church, the paint on its door planks was still peeling—dry, curling edges. Past the iron door, the weed-covered gravel path, the puddles in the clearing. When he entered the pipe, the iron door closed behind him with a dry metallic contact. The ligh

Daren led Lane through three streets and an abandoned rail line. They didn't take the main route—Daren took a narrow path along the industrial zone's edge, the ground littered with rusted iron and cracked concrete, stepping between fragments. The moon was mostly cloud-covered, light dim, barely enough to see the ground a few paces ahead. Daren walked faster than Lane remembered—like he'd traveled this route before, memorizing every obstacle.They stopped beside an old building. Its wall was dark gray concrete, covered in dark water stains that ran from roof to ground—like thin, fixed veins. Daren crouched, pressed his palm to the ground at the wall's base, then pushed aside a loose iron plate. Beneath it, an opening—wide enough for a person to enter hunched over. The metal edges at the opening were worn smooth, like they'd been passed through many times."Down here." Daren said, and slipped sideways through.Lane followed, bent low. The passage was narrow, the walls rough concrete wit

Before dawn fully broke, Lane left.The wind in the pipes was colder than in the early morning—pushing in from the north, carrying a thin layer of moisture. He didn't take the main route. At the third fork in the pipe system, he turned into a narrower branch line, climbed a set of iron rungs embedded in the side wall for about two stories, and pushed open a heavy inspection hatch to surface again. The air outside smelled of waste oil and rusted metal—different from underground entirely.He followed the path Daren had shown him—across the rail line, around the collapsed wall, along the narrow alley at the industrial zone's edge—reaching the old building before full light had settled. The iron plate still covered the hole at the wall's base, in the same position he'd left it. He crouched, lifted it, and ducked through.The passage felt longer than he remembered. Or maybe he was moving slower. When he crouched before Brenn again, the light from the vent had shifted from moonlight to the

When the next day's light seeped through the door's gap, Evelyn was already awake. She sat on the sack pile, hands on her knees, gaze resting on Lane's direction. He hadn't slept. He sat against the wall, eyes closed, breathing steady—but his shoulder blades didn't fully press against the wall, like he was holding a state, not letting himself sink completely into sleep.The lamp had gone out. Dawn light was thin—only enough to illuminate the floor before her feet. She saw his left hand resting on his knee, fingers slightly curled, not gripping—but the edge of the gray line showed below his cuff, a dull lead-gray in the morning light. Wider than yesterday. She didn't speak.She stood, walked to the table, poured water from the jar into a bowl, then walked back to the sack pile and sat down. She took a sip, set the bowl on the ground, and said, "What kind of person was Brenn?"His eyelids moved, but didn't open."Why are you asking?""I want to know." She set the bowl back down, finger

Before dawn fully broke, Lane left.He left without waking anyone. Evelyn was resting against the burlap sacks, her breathing steady, as if asleep, but as he passed her, her fingers twitched slightly at the edge of the fabric—not a grip, not a release, just a motion, as if she was awake but choosing to keep her eyes closed. He didn't stop. He walked past the table, placed the diluted stabilizing reagent in his inner pocket alongside the metal disk, then pushed the door open and stepped into the tunnel.Daylight was spreading slowly across the ground. He followed the railway for ten minutes, circled around a collapsed brick pile, climbed over a low wall—his left shoulder made a very light sound as he braced himself on the edge. He bent low in the narrow alley and squeezed through a gap between concrete slabs half-buried in the earth. His knee caught the edge with a dull thud. The outlines of the walls grew sharper in the gray light.The iron plate was still in place. The soil around it