I Rejected My Obsessive Werebeast novel Chapter 77

Chapter 77

The air in the room went very still.

Silas looked at me immediately, and the worry in his amber eyes was unguarded. “The timeline is too tight. We don’t have enough time to prepare properly.”

I looked down at the blueprints spread across the table. My fingers traced the lines of the maintenance tunnel, the marked sensor positions, the exit point inside the warehouse. Behind those walls, beastmen were waiting for procedures that would break them apart piece by piece. The weight of that pressed against my chest until it was hard to draw a full breath.

“We can’t wait,” I said. “If we miss tonight, a lot of people are going to suffer damage that can’t be undone.”

Hooked up at both of them. “We move tonight.”

Kane’s expression was grave. He didn’t argue. “I can’t be part of the entry itself. If my public identity gets tied to a break–in at a private facility, the foundation collapses overnight. But I’ll be stationed well outside the warehouse perimeter. The moment any alarm triggers, I submit everything we have to the Bureau and request emergency intervention.”

We finalized the plan in quick, precise strokes. Kane would hold position three kilometers out. Silas and I would enter through the maintenance tunnel. We would document what we found, extract whatever evidence we could carry, and get out before the guard rotation closed the window.

Back at the apartment, the evening passed in a kind of hushed, deliberate quiet. Silas moved through the rooms assembling gear–a flashlight, a compact pry bar, a first–aid kit, a charged phone with the Bureau’s

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emergency number pre–dialed. He didn’t speak much. His tail stayed loy and still, which was how I knew he was running through every possible catcome in his head and not liking any of them.

I sat on the couch with my laptop and spent an hour encrypting copies of everything we had the blueprints, Connor’s intelligence, the warehouse photos, the shift schedules, the full timeline of our investigation. I saved one copy to a drive I kept in my bag and sent the other to Kane’s secure server. If something went wrong tonight, none of it would be lost.

By the time we left the apartment, the city had gone dark.

The warehouse rose up out of the industrial district like a gray monument to something nobody wanted to look at directly. Kane dropped us off two kilometers away, in a spot where the streetlights were dim and the surrounding buildings were abandoned. He would stay with the car, engine running, phone in hand.

Silas and I moved on foot.

The blueprints had marked the maintenance tunnel entrance behind a row of decommissioned storage units on the warehouse’s east side. We found it exactly where the schematic said it would be–a square metal plate set into the ground, its surface mottled with rust and decades of weathering. Silas worked the pry bar under one edge and lifted it with a slow, controlled effort. The metal groaned once, then came free.

A gust of cold, damp air rose from the opening. The tunnel below was completely dark

We went in one at a time. Silas ahead of me, his broad frame making the narrow passage feel even tighter. He moved with careful, deliberate steps, one hand braced against the wall, the other reaching back to guide me past the jagged metal edges that protruded from the seams. The sensors were visible as small, dull domes at irregular intervals along the ceiling. We threaded between them like ghosts, pausing at each one to check the

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angle before slipping past.

Fac silence was absolute except for the sound of our breathing and the faint scrape of fabric against concrete.

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