All Chapters of Undercover Wolf: My Target, My Girlfriend: Chapter 71 - Chapter 78

They stayed in the warehouse for about an hour. Light from the high windows moved a short distance, from the east wall to near the north wall, stretching a longer stripe across the floor. Lane sat on the edge of the folding bed, back against the wall, left hand on his knee. His left shoulder no longer radiated heat; the remnant of the gray line lay quiet beneath his skin like an old scar worn smooth by time, making no sound. Evelyn sat at the table, refolded the oil paper, set it on the corner, then stood and walked to the back of the warehouse.She stopped by the stack of old crates, crouched, and touched the dust on a lid with her finger. The dust was thin, like it had been wiped regularly. She lifted the lid a crack and looked inside—empty, only a layer of dry, curled old newspaper at the bottom. She closed the lid, stood, moved to another crate, opened it the same way, then closed it. She did these things slowly, like she was using the motions to settle herself.Adrian sat by the

Evelyn returned just before dawn. Two soft taps came from outside the doorway, evenly spaced, like knuckles rapping twice against the door panel. Lane was already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed. He didn't move when he heard the taps, waited until the second one finished, then stood and walked to the doorway. Evelyn came from the direction of the alley entrance, footsteps light, turning sideways as she crossed the threshold, shoulder brushing the door frame, then stepping inside. She carried nothing; her collar was up, covering her jaw. She paused in front of him, then walked to her own folding bed and sat down."Where did you go?" he asked."Outside. Walked around.""How long?""Don't know. I was still there when the night market closed."He looked at her. Her fingers rested on her knees, not clenched, not folded together. She had unbuttoned one button of her coat, revealing a small strip of skin at the collar's inner edge; the old bite mark on her neck showed a faint outline i

Dalen set out the next evening.He left before the sky had fully darkened; gray-blue light seeped in from the alley entrance, laying a pale cold tone across the warehouse floor. Lane stood by the doorway, watching him pull on a dark coat, fasten the cuffs, raise the collar to cover his jaw. Dalen carried nothing—no cloth bag, no weapon, only a folded note in his pocket, which Lane had him take. The note had just a few words, dictated by Old Tang, copied in pencil by Dalen: Rain tonight, back door open, take the north passage."When you get to the dungeon, don't go through the iron door. Wait outside the passage. If Brenn can walk, let him come out on his own. If he can't walk, go in and help him out, but don't touch the chain." Lane's voice was level, like he was stating something already thought through. "There's a blood seal on the chain, the coating's still there. If your hand touches it directly, it might trigger the sensing."Dalen put the note in his inner pocket, pressed it wit

Brenn woke early.Before dawn, only a faint gray-white light from the distant night market seeped into the alley. Lane heard him move—a soft friction of body against wall. He opened his eyes. Brenn was already sitting up, back against the wall, right arm on his knee, looking down at his wrist. His fingers pressed the skin slowly, then moved away, then pressed again, as if confirming those lines had truly disappeared."The pattern's gone," Lane said.Brenn looked up at him. His pupils showed a lighter gold than yesterday in the dimness, the edge halo almost invisible. "I know. Woke once in the middle of the night. My right arm had a spell of heat, but much lighter than the burning before. Then it faded."Adrian sat up from the folding bed and walked to Brenn, crouching. He didn't speak first, just looked at Brenn's right arm, tracing from shoulder to wrist with his gaze, then pressed a spot near the elbow. When his fingertip pressed down, Brenn didn't flinch, didn't frown. Adrian press