A Warrior's Second Chance (Faye and Alexander) novel Chapter 412

Chapter 412

FAYE

I woke up before the rest of the house did.

At first, I thought it was just one of those restless mornings where sleep refuses to fully leave you. My eyes stayed on the ceiling, my body still heavy, my mind half–caught between dreams and reality.

Then I felt it.

The mark.

At first, it was faint. Almost nothing. Just a warm spot on my wrist I could have ignored if I tried hard enough. But the longer I stayed still, the more it settled into something… noticeable.

Not pain.

Not exactly.

More like a presence.

Like something under my skin had decided it was awake before I was.

I frowned slightly and lifted my hand to look at it.

It looked the same.

Nothing visibly different.

But it didn’t feel the same.

I sat up slowly, brushing it off at first. Maybe I slept on it wrong. Maybe I was overthinking it again, like everyone seemed convinced I was doing lately. I swung my legs off the bed, trying to move on with my morning.

That was when it reacted again..

A faint pulse.

Stronger this time.

It felt like it responded to me noticing it.

I froze.

My fingers tightened around my wrist instinctively.

“No…” I muttered under my breath, already annoyed at myself for even reacting

I tried to ignore it and stood up fully.

That was when it happened again–sharper this time, not painful, but enough to make my breath catch

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And then-

I heard it.

A sound.

Faint.

At first, I thought it was coming from outside.

I turned slightly, listening.

“Hello?” I called out cautiously.

Nothing answered.

But the sound didn’t stop.

It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t clear. It was like something was trying to form words but couldn’t fully settle into them.

I frowned, stepping forward slowly.

“Who’s there?” I asked, more alert now.

Still nothing.

Just that same presence in the air, threading through my thoughts in a way that made it impossible to tell

where it was coming from.

I paused again, listening harder.

The words broke apart.

Not understandable.

Just fragments.

Like a language I should recognize but couldn’t hold onto.

My chest tightened slightly.

“What is that…” I whispered, more to myself than anything else.

I pressed my fingers against my temple briefly, trying to ground myself.

And then-

A knock.

Sharp.

Real.

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It cut through everything instantly.

I blinked and turned toward the door.

Before I could even respond, it opened.

Martha stepped in.

I realized immediately, my thoughts trying to reset themselves.

She looked calm, respectful as always, but slightly concerned.

“Good morning, Luna,” she said politely. “I was already nearby and heard your voice. Is everything alright?” For a second, I hesitated.

The sound–whatever it was–had faded the moment she knocked. Not fully gone, but quieter. Almost like it had been interrupted.

I forced myself to breathe normally.

“It’s nothing,” I said quickly. “Just… talking to myself.”

Martha nodded, but her eyes stayed on me for a second longer than necessary.

“Very well, Luna,” she replied. “What would you like for breakfast?”

That helped.

Normal conversation.

Something simple.

I nodded lightly.

“Whatever is on the menu is fine,” I said.

“Of course,” she replied.

She turned slightly to leave, then paused.

I hesitated again before speaking.

“Martha,” I called.

She turned back.

I studied her for a second, unsure why I was even asking this.

“Can you hear anything?” I asked carefully.

Her brows pulled together slightly.

“Pardon, Luna?”

1 shook my head immediately.

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“Never mind,” I said. “It’s nothing. You can go.

She hesitated, then nodded.

“Yes, Luna.”

And she left.

The door closed behind her.

Silence returned.

But this time-

It was different.

The sound was gone.

I stood still in the middle of the room, listening.

Nothing.

For a few seconds, I allowed myself to believe maybe it had stopped.

Maybe it had been nothing.

But even as I thought it, I already knew.

In the room.

had become too loud in its own way.

ved without really deciding

alked into the bathroom, sti cattered for routine, too dis

I turned on the shower an

The water hit me imm there, letting it pour

Head to toe.

Like I could w

But I could

Time

ar, not bothering with anything else. My mind felt too ng that required care or attention.

under it.

then warming as it adjusted–but I barely reacted. I just stood

happening inside me

Trying to wash away.

there.

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Maybe longer.

Just… still.

Breathing.

Thinking less.

Or trying to.

Eventually, I reached out and turned the shower off.

The sudden silence after the water stopped felt sharper than before.

I stepped out slowly, grabbing a towel and drying off, my movements automatic. I wasn’t fully present anymore–just going through the motions because my body knew what to do, even if my mind didn’t.

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I reached for something to wear, pulling it on without much thought, still half–lost in that strange quiet that followed the sound I couldn’t explain earlier.

That was when I saw it.

My wrist.

I paused.

Slowly, I lifted it closer to my eyes.

And this time-

It was clear.

Not faint.

Not questionable.

Clear.

The pattern Alexander had been talking about.

Defined now in a way it hadn’t been before. Like it had finally decided to fully show itself instead of hiding

under my skin.

My breath caught slightly.

Helen’s words came back to me instantly.

I’m not supposed to see it clearly until the final stage.

My fingers tightened slightly around my wrist.

Final stage.

No.