A Warrior's Second Chance (Faye and Alexander) novel Chapter 112

Chapter 112

FAYE

The night of the full moon in Blood Crescent was supposed to be a night of joy, unity, and

tradition.

Laughter rang through the clearing, wild and free, rising with the sparks of bonfires that lit up the woods in shades of orange and gold.

Wolves darted between trees in their shifted forms, pelts catching the glow of the moon as they chased one another in playful bursts. Others danced in human form around the fire, their feet pounding in rhythm with the drums, their cups raised high, their voices carrying songs of strength.

I tried to let myself get lost in it. For a little while, I even managed. Irene had grabbed my hand earlier and spun me into the circle of dancers, her eyes bright as though she carried the moon inside her. I let her laughter fill the empty places in me, let my body move to the beat.

But even as I moved with them, I felt it. His absence. Alexander.

I told myself maybe he’d join us later. But when the music slowed and Irene and I slipped out of the circle, I couldn’t help but ask.

“Where’s your brother?”

Her smile reduced, just slightly, but enough for me to catch it. “He’s not coming,” she said

casually.

“What do you mean he’s not coming? This is a full moon gathering, he’s the Alpha. He should be here with his pack.”

Irene’s gaze flickered away. She brushed at her sleeve like she needed something to do with her hands. “He doesn’t participate all the time…sometimes, he watches from a distance. You

know how he is.”

“That doesn’t make sense. Why wouldn’t he be present, right here?”

She hesitated, then looked back at me with eyes that carried something like warning. “It’s better this way. Just let it go.”

Better this way.

Her tone told me more than her words. This wasn’t about work, or disinterest. Something else was being kept from me. Something everyone knew, but no one dared say out loud.

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I straightened, crossing my arms. “Well, better or not, he’s not going to get away with it this time. I’ll drag him out here if I have to.”

Her hand brushed mine in a silent plea. “Faye, don’t…”

But I was already moving. Her voice tugged at me, but not enough to stop me. No Alpha…no matter how brooding…got to hide away on a night like this. His wolves needed him. And maybe, deep down, I needed him too.

The pack house was quiet when I reached it. Most of the windows were dark, only a few flickers of light showing from the kitchens. My boots echoed faintly as I stalked down the halls. His office…empty. His quarters…empty. Every room I opened swallowed me with silence.

Where was he? I tried calling him on phone, but it was switched off.

I was debating whether to search the far wing when I heard it.

A sound that didn’t belong.

Low, guttural. It rolled through the night like thunder tearing the sky apart.

I froze, my breath catching. That wasn’t part of the celebration.

Then came another noise–sharper, vicious. Wolves. But not the playful howls from earlier. These were harsh, ragged.

The hair on the back of my neck bristled. Something was wrong.

I didn’t think, I ran. My feet pounded the earth as I bolted back toward the clearing where the pack was gathered, the night air flowed past me, dread coiling in my chest.

And then I saw it… Chaos.

The clearing was no longer filled with laughter and dancing…it was blood and fire. Wolves I didn’t recognize tore into my pack in numbers, their teeth glinting in the moonlight, their snarls ripping through the screams.

The bonfires cast everything in a hellish glow…fur matted with blood, bodies crumpled, the ground was stained.

Some of our warriors had shifted, fighting back tooth and claw. Others hadn’t been quick enough. They lay on the ground, bleeding, groaning, or too still.

My heart slammed in my chest. Who were these wolves? How had they gotten past our borders? Why here, why tonight?

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Three wolves circled her, their growls vibrating like a death song. She had already shifted, her snowy fur streaked with red, her body was already staggering. She snapped and snarled, defiance blazing even as blood dripped from her side.

I ran… my bones snapping, body twisting as my wolf ripped to the surface. My vision sharpened. My paws hit the ground with crushing force.

I slammed into the first wolf before he even knew I was there, my jaws locking around his throat. The crunch reverberated through me, his body going limp as I flung him aside. Another lunged, claws tearing across my flank, but I twisted and raked mine down his ribs, ripping him open until he stumbled back, yelping.

But more came…

A tide of fur and fangs surged toward me. I rushed into them with force. My soldiers who had been slow, saw me and rallied, their howls rising to meet mine. They fought harder, teeth snapping, claws slashing, every wolf refusing to fall while I stood.

The enemies leapt at me, claws sinking into my flesh, teeth snapping, but I tore through them still. One pinned me to the ground, his jaws snapping inches from my throat. But he hesitated a moment….his mistake.

I kicked hard with my legs, ripping into his belly until blood poured and he collapsed. Another tried to reach Irene, but I lunged, slamming into him with bone–cracking force.

I glanced at Irene, and she looked like she had taken too many hits.

I had taken my fair share too…blood coated my muzzle, stung my eyes, but I didn’t stop…I couldn’t. Another wolf was about to jump on her, but I was faster… cutting him off, sending him crashing to the ground.

Irene staggered beside me, panting, her eyes fierce despite the blood streaking her fur. She gave me a sharp nod…gratitude, solidarity…before we turned together, backs against one another. We were holding our ground.

But then… more of them poured in. Dozens. No way they all belonged to one pack. Their scents were wrong. This had to be a combination of two or more.

The realization hit like a blade in my gut. We were outnumbered. Badly.

I scanned the clearing–so many of ours already down. Warriors bleeding into the dirt. Mothers shielding their young, desperately trying to drag them toward the trees. The air was thick with snarls, screams, the smell of blood.

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