A Warrior's Second Chance (Faye and Alexander) novel Chapter 395

Chapter 395

ROMAN

I studied the wrist again, narrowing my eyes slightly as I tried to see what was wrong.

There was something about it that didn’t sit right with me.

I wasn’t sure why.

It wasn’t clear. It was faint, almost like irritation on the skin–reddened, uneven… but still, something about the shape kept pulling at my memory.

Like I had seen it before.

Somewhere.

My mind searched for it, turning over fragments I couldn’t fully place until suddenly-

It clicked.

Jeffery.

My brows drew together.

I remembered it now.

The mark on his neck. I had thought that was familiar too… until I realised my head had been

messing with me.

Without thinking, I spoke out loud.

“That looks like Jeffery’s mark.”

Luna Faye blinked at me.

Then she laughed.

“Are you okay?” she asked, shaking her head slightly, like I had just said something completely out of nowhere.

I frowned.

Because to me, it made sense.

Or at least, it felt like it did.

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1 looked back at her wrist.

It still didn’t form anything clear to defined symbol. No structure. Just that ritated patch of

skin. But the harder I stared, the more I could see the pattern.

“I mean it,” I said, shrugging slightly. “It reminds me of his.”

Faye tilted her head.

“Jeffery?” she repeated.

I nodded once.

Then added, “I wish he was still around so you could see it yourself.”

Her expression softened slightly, curiosity flickering in her eyes.

“I didn’t even know Jeffery had a mark on him,” she said.

“You didn’t?” I asked, like she was supposed to know.

She shook her head.

“No,” she said. “How did you even know in the first place?”

That actually surprised her.

“I got a glimpse while we were sparring the other day.”

Faye nodded, “Oh!”

“It wasn’t just a random mark,” I said. “He said it was his pack mark or something–a way of showing he was from Stonevale.”

“Oh,” Faye said softly, like it clicked into place now.

I nodded.

“Yeah. A pack mark.”

There was a brief pause.

Then she smiled a little, tilting her head toward me.

“Well,” she said lightly, “I’m not from Stonevale. So whatever you’re seeing… it can’t be that.”

I let out a small breath through my nose.

Fair point.

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She leaned back slightly, still looking at me.

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“Funny enough,” she added, “Alexander actually thought at some point you might be from Stonevale too.”

My brows lifted slightly.

“Me?”

She nodded immediately.

“Yeah.”

gave a small laugh.

“Why?”

She shrugged.

“I don’t know. Something about how you connect with Jeffery, I guess.”

Then she tilted her head again, studying me for a second.

“Now that I think about it,” she said playfully, “you actually do look a bit like Jeffery.”

That made me laugh properly this time.

“Is that supposed to be a compliment?” I asked.

“It’s an observation,” she replied with a grin.

I shook my head, still smiling, then let the tension ease out of me a little.

“Do you have pack marks where you’re from?” I asked after a moment. “Silver Hollow?”

Faye nodded.

“Yeah.”

Then she lifted her hand slightly and pointed just behind her ear.

“It’s here.”

I leaned in a little to look.

There it was.

Subtle.

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But clearly there.

Different from what I had been seeing on her wrist.

More defined.

More intentional.

I nodded slowly.

“Interesting,” I said.

But my mind wasn’t really on it anymore.

Something had shifted inside me.

My thoughts drifted without warning.

If only I had a mark I could be identified by.

And then…

My expression must have changed, because I heard Faye’s voice cut in again.

“Are you okay?”

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Roman shook his head almost immediately.

“It’s nothing,” he said.

I watched him for a second, the way his expression settled into something neutral, like he had just tucked whatever it was away somewhere I couldn’t reach.

But I wasn’t convinced.

Not completely.

Because I had seen that look before–the slight shift, the way his focus drifted somewhere else for a moment. It didn’t take much to guess where his thoughts had gone.

Anyone would think the same thing.

If Jeffery had a mark.

If I had one.

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Then why didn’t he?

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Why didn’t Roman have anything–nothing to point to, nothing to trace back to where he came from?

It wasn’t a question I needed to ask out loud.

I could already feel it lingering between us.

And something told me-

He had already asked himself that question more times than he would ever admit.

So I didn’t push.

Didn’t ask.

Didn’t dig any further into it.

Instead, I let out a small breath and shifted slightly, brushing it off before it could settle too heavily.

“Well,” I said lightly, glancing around, “since we’re clearly not doing the training we came out here for…”

I trailed off, lifting a brow at him.

“We might as well go back inside and have breakfast.”

There was a brief pause.

Then-

Roman huffed out a quiet breath, like that had caught him off guard.

And just like that, the tension eased.

A little.

“That’s actually not a bad idea,” he said.

I tilted my head slightly, a small smile tugging at my lips.

“Of course it’s not.”

He shook his head, a faint smile breaking through properly this time.

“Convenient too,” he added. “Avoid training, get food instead.”

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