A Warrior's Second Chance (Faye and Alexander) novel Chapter 398

Chapter 398

ALEXANDER

I didn’t leave anything out.

This wasn’t the time for that.

If I was going to sit here and ask Helen for answers–answers I wasn’t even sure I wanted–l couldn’t afford to hold anything back.

So I told her.

Everything.

Starting with the dream.

About how Faye had described it–how it wasn’t just a dream she could brush off, but something it wasn’t just a dream she could brush off, but something

that had pulled at her.

I tried to put it into words she could understand.

“She said she heard something first,” I began, my voice steady, though my mind wasn’t. “A voice, chanting. In a language she didn’t understand.”

Helen didn’t interrupt.

She just watched me.

Listening.

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“And she followed it,” I continued. “Like she didn’t have a choice. Like the voice was pulling her

toward it.”

Even saying it out loud was strange.

It sounded worse.

More real.

“She said she ended up somewhere…” I paused briefly, searching for the right word, then shook my head slightly. “There was an altar… stone.”

I could see it in my head as I spoke.

Not because I had been there-

But because Faye and Roman had described it in a way that made it impossible not to picture.

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I let that sit for a second.

Because it needed to.

Because even now, it didn’t make sense.

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“He couldn’t do anything,” I added. “Couldn’t interfere. Just… watched. And he heard the chants

too.”

Her gaze lifted slightly.

“According to him, he could understand part of the language.”

That got to her strongly.

I saw it clearly this time.

Her posture shifted.

“How do you mean?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” I answered flatly. “He doesn’t know either.”

Which only made it worse.

“But he was sure about what he heard,” I added.

I leaned back again, running a hand through my hair briefly.

“He said the words sounded familiar. Not all of it. Just… parts.”

“What part?” Helen asked. “What did he hear?”

“He said something about blood… and light.”

I frowned slightly, shaking my head once.

“No–blood of light,” I corrected, though even that didn’t feel entirely right because I had forgotten. “Or… light of blood. Something along those lines.”

The uncertainty annoyed me.

I didn’t like repeating things I wasn’t sure of.

But that was all I had.

I looked back at her.

Watching her now.

Waiting for something.

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Anything.

Then…

She raised a brow in confusion.

“Hold on,” she said.

Her tone shifted slightly.

More focused now.

“Did you say this Roman is your ward?”

I nodded once.

“And he’s in the pack house too?” she asked.

“Yes.”

She just looked at me, like she was waiting for the rest of the answer to appear on its own.

Then her head tilted slightly.

“Whose son is he?” she asked with more curiosity.

The question wasn’t loud.

It didn’t need to be.

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I was a little frustrated as I wondered why she cared more about/Roman than the actual problem I brought to her. She wasn’t even asking questions about Faye’s health.

My chest tightened faintly.

I already had an idea of what she was doing.

She was trying to place him.

Categorise him… maybe question why I let him under my roof.

I let out a slow breath through my nose.

“He’s not Blood Crescent,” I said.

There was a pause.

Just enough for the meaning to settle.

Helen’s expression shifted slightly–barely.

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Like a small adjustment in her thinking.

Then she nodded.

Almost like it was simply another piece of information to file away.

“Then what pack is he from?” she asked.

That was the question I had been avoiding without even realizing it.

Because there was no clean answer. How do I explain to my mother of all people?

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That Roman didn’t come with a clear origin. No pack insignia. No traceable lineage. No records. Everything about him was blank, like he had stepped out of something and not fully arrived anywhere else.

I could feel her watching me closely now, waiting.

“Alexander…”

For a second, I considered what I usually would have done in a situation like this.

Filtered it.

Controlled it.

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Presented it in a way that wouldn’t create noise.

But there was no point in that right now.

“I don’t know,” I said.

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