I Rejected My Obsessive Werebeast novel Chapter 70

Chapter 70

Aurora’s POV

Wednesday night, nine–thirty. I changed into dark clothes and headed out

Kane’s car was already waiting at the corner. The window rolled down He tilted his head toward me.

“Get in.”

I pulled open the passenger door and slid in. He started the engine and pulled away toward the arena.

He said, “I went and checked the location you sent me ahead of time. There’s a row of old containers outside the west loading dock. We can hide behind them and see the whole area. But it’s far enough that you won’t get a clear shot of any plates.”

“Car type and headcount will be enough.”

He nodded and didn’t say anything else.

The car turned off the main road into a narrow lane at the edge of the arena perimeter. He pulled over about fifty meters from the loading dock and killed the headlights.

‘We got out on foot.

The ground was littered with broken concrete and rebar. Weeds grew waist–high between the debris. We moved through it low and quiet, and crouched behind a row of rusted shipping containers.

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From here, the west loading dock’s iron door was clearly visible, along with a small patch of open ground in front of it.

I pulled out my phone and switched it to silent. Kane crouched beside me, glancing around once to check our surroundings.

At ten–fifty, the iron door pushed open from inside.

Two figures stepped out. Dark clothes. They took up positions on either side of the door and waited.

Kane leaned close. “Enforcers.” I nodded. Didn’t speak.

At eleven o’clock sharp, a black van with no markings came around the other end of the street. It pulled up to the loading dock and stopped. The headlights went off, but the engine stayed running – white exhaust curling from the tailpipe into the night air.

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The van’s side door slid open. The driver got out and said something to the two men at the door. Too far away to hear the words.

One of the two turned and waved his hand into the iron doorway.

A moment later, two more people came out from inside, carrying an iron cage between them. A dark cloth was draped over the top, hiding what was inside. The way they strained under the weight, the way the cage shifted and swayed – whatever was in there was alive.

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I raised my phone and took two shots. The distance was too great. Faces and plates were just blur.

The van’s rear doors swung open. The cage was loaded inside. The doors closed. One of the men walked around the back of the van, checking the rear lock with a deliberate tug.

Kane’s voice was barely a breath. “They’re careful. This isn’t ordinary

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transport.” I nodded.

The van sat idle for about three minutes. Then the engine turned over and it pulled away, heading back the way it came.

Kane saw the taillights start to move and turned his head. “Follow?”

“Follow. But keep distance.”

He was on his feet instantly. We retraced our steps through the debris and weeds, fast and low, and reached the car.

By the time he turned the engine on, the van had already disappeared around the corner. He pulled out smoothly, keeping two or three blocks between us.

The van didn’t take a straight route. It cut through side streets, doubled back twice, lingered at a red light longer than necessary – testing.

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Kane didn’t say a word. His hands were steady on the wheel, his speed controlled. When the van turned, he sometimes cut through a parallel street and merged back in ahead, never letting us fall directly behind.

I gripped the seatbelt and kept my eyes on those red taillights.

One turn. Two. Three.

On the fourth, the van finally slowed.

A row of old warehouses lined the street ahead. The van pulled up alongside them and stopped. Lights off.

Kane didn’t push forward. He parked about thirty meters back and killed the engine.

We sat in silence, watching.

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