A Warrior's Second Chance (Faye and Alexander) novel Chapter 153

Chapter 153

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Chapter 153

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The world blurred past me as I ran. My wolf tore through the forest path like a beast possessed, muscles burning, paws slamming against scorched earth. Every sense in me was tuned to one thing… her, Faye.

Her scent was faint, scattered through the chaos and ash that filled the air, but it was there… sweet, wild, familiar. I followed it like a lifeline, weaving through the burning trees and the ruined edges of Silver Hollow. The air reeked of blood. Every few seconds, another explosion thundered somewhere behind me, shaking the ground and reminding me that I was running straight into hell.

I didn’t care.

All I could think about was her voice, her laugh. The sound of her heartbeat when she slept beside me. I was desperate.

And I felt her.

Faint, pulsing, flickering like a candle in the wind. It was enough to drive me insane.

“Hold on, Faye,” I growled through the link, hoping… praying… she could hear me. “Just hold

on.”

The further I went, the more the chaos grew. Wolves were everywhere. Their snarls echoed through the streets, claws scraping against broken stone. I didn’t stop to see who was winning or losing. Anyone who lunged at me didn’t live long enough to regret it.

I tore through them, my claws sinking into flesh, my jaws snapping bones, blood spraying hot against my fur. Every time one of them fell, I pushed harder, faster, following the fading

thread of her scent.

When I finally broke through the last line of fighting wolves, I saw it–the side of the territory where Faye’s family lived. The house was still standing, but barely. One wall had collapsed inward, smoke curling from shattered windows. There were signs of a fight… scratches, blood trails, paw prints burned into the dirt… but no sign of Faye.

My heart stopped.

No… no, no, no.

I moved closer, sniffing the air, tracking every lingering trace of her energy. It was everywhere, chaotic and broken, as if she’d fought and moved fast. But then… it veered away.

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Not toward the house–away from it.

She wasn’t here anymore. She must have left not too long ago.

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I followed the trail, claws digging into the ground, breath heavy with panic. My mind was screaming a thousand things at once… images of her hurt, of her calling for me, of me not being there. The only consolation was the knowledge that she was a trained warrior… but even the best could be taken down.

The scent led me deeper into the smoke, where the fires burned higher and the screams grew fewer. Then it stopped.

Just like that… the scent, the energy… everything was gone.

I skidded to a halt, my heart pounding so hard it hurt. I turned, searching wildly for any sign of her… prints, blood, something. My eyes caught something glinting faintly in the dirt a few feet away. I moved toward it slowly, dread tightening in my chest.

When I saw what it was, my entire body went still.

Faye’s necklace.

The one my mother had given her… the one that helped stabilize her energy when her gifts overwhelmed her. She never took it off. Not for training, not for sleep, not for anything.

It was smeared with dirt, one edge cracked, the chain broken clean through.

No.

I lowered my head and sniffed it. Her scent was all over it, mixed with the dirt and the faint blood. My chest constricted painfully. She must have dropped it during a fight. Or someone… someone had ripped it off her.

The world around me burned, but I barely saw it anymore. All I saw was red.

The broken necklace lay in the dirt like a taunt. My claws dug into the earth so hard it cracked beneath me. My chest was heaving, every muscle in my body trembling between fury and panic.

The energy that tied us together… our bond… was slipping through my grasp like water through my claws. I reached for her again, forcing every ounce of strength into that connection, but it was useless. The thread had gone cold. She was far gone.

The sound built in my chest… low, guttural, rising until it tore through me.

I threw my head back and howled like never before.

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The howl ripped through the air… sharp, deep, and so violently raw that it seemed to tear the world in half. It echoed loudly.

It wasn’t just sound; it was a force. It slammed through the walls of our hiding place, rolling across Silver Hollow like thunder, vibrating through the floor and the bones beneath my skin. My breath hitched. The air itself trembled, heavy with dominance and rage so thick it felt alive.

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