I Rejected My Obsessive Werebeast novel Chapter 58

Aurora’s POV

The first thing I did when I got back to the office was hand the interview materials to our boss.

He sat behind his desk. Plugged in the drive. Played the edited clips from the beginning.

I stood there. Waited.

He watched the whole thing. When the last clip ended, he leaned back in his chair. Exhaled.

“Better than I expected,” he said. “The details Kane mentioned in the

those are valuable. If we can push the exclusive out by

interview

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tomorrow morning, it’ll land hard.”

He saved the files. Closed the laptop. Then he leaned forward again. elbows on the desk, and folded his hands.

“There’s something else I need you on.”

I sat down.

He pulled a folder from the stack on his desk. “The fighting arenas have a problem,” he said. “Multiple venues are reporting missing beastmen. The numbers aren’t huge – a few here, a couple there. Scattered. But every single one of them is an adult with combat capability.”

He slid the folder across the desk.

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“What we can confirm so far – none of this ties back to Kane’s

foundation. Their adoption records are clean. Whoever’s taking them is using a different channel.”

I picked up the folder. Opened it.

“Company picked up the investigation. We need someone on the ground at the arenas. Find out where the missing beastmen are being taken. What they’re being used for.”

I flipped to the first page. Scanned the list of venues.

“Which arena has the most disappearances?” I asked.

He reached over. Tapped a name on the second page.

I read it, my fingers still resting on the edge of the paper.

I knew that name. I’d been there not long ago.

That was where Connor had been.

I turned–the page. Kept reading.

The missing beastmen had no obvious common thread. Different species. Different ages. The age range alone spanned nearly a decade. The only overlap – they’d all been on the arena’s official fight card at some point. All had combat experience. All had been active within the last six months before disappearing.

I closed the folder.

“I need to go in person.” I said.

He nodded. “Three days to prep. There’ll be a contact on the ground waiting for you. When you get there – don’t move alone.”

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“Understood.”

stood Took the folder. Walked out

Back at my desk, I opened the folder again and turned to page two, trying to piece the timeline together.

Names, dates, last known locations. I went through each entry, marking notes in the margins of my notebook. I circled three dates that were too close together, drew a line between two venues in the same district, and put a question mark beside one name. The disappearance had been reported two weeks after the person was last confirmed seen.

I couldn’t see the pattern yet, but something about it felt off.

I kept reading

Lunch. I didn’t move from my desk.

The files were spread out in front of me. I’d rearranged them by date instead of venue The timeline looked different this way – tighter. More urgent Whoever was doing this had accelerated over the last two months.

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