A Warrior's Second Chance (Faye and Alexander) novel Chapter 477

THIRD POV

The guest house had fallen unusually quiet as the night deepened.

Outside, the moon sat high above the isolated territory where the guest house was located, not too far from Stonevale itself. It was a strategic point, making it easier to bring Faye’s body.

The light filtered faintly through the trees surrounding the building, washing parts of the room in silver.

Inside the house, the atmosphere felt tense.

Heavy.

Like the walls themselves could sense something was wrong.

Helen moved quietly between tables inside one of the rooms, preparing the final things she would need for the ritual later.

Several bowls had already been arranged carefully.

Silver tools.

Herbs.

Ancient markings drawn neatly across sections of the wooden floor.

Everything had to be precise.

Dark magic always demanded precision.

One mistake could destroy everything.

Or everyone involved.

Helen’s expression remained calm as she worked, but beneath that calmness, her mind remained restless.

Because the time was getting closer now.

Faye would either be brought back-

Helen exhaled slowly before reaching for another item.

Then she paused faintly.

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Roman.

Helen turned slightly toward the doorway just as he finally stepped inside the room.

And immediately, she could tell something was wrong.

Roman looked even more exhausted now.

Not physically alone.

Something deeper.

His face was tense, his breathing uneven, and there was an aggression beneath his expression now that hadn’t fully been there earlier.

His entire body looked restless.

Like he physically couldn’t settle in his own skin.

Roman stopped near the wall before leaning against it heavily.

One hand immediately came up to rub his temple roughly.

Helen watched him quietly.

The discomfort radiating from him was almost impossible to miss.

His emotions were all over the place.

Anger.

Grief.

Restlessness.

And underneath all of that-

Pain.

A dangerous amount of it.

Roman shut his eyes briefly before inhaling sharply through his nose again.

Helen noticed the subtle tremor in his hand.

The full moon was beginning to affect him properly.

And not just as a regular wolf.

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an Alpha.

That made everything more complicated.

Roman had only recently awakened his wolf fully.

This was technically his first real full moon experience with an active wolf,

Most wolves struggled during their first few full moons.

The heightened senses alone could drive young wolves unstable until they learned control.

The emotions became sharper.

The instincts louder.

Aggression became harder to suppress.

And that was for ordinary wolves.

Alpha wolves were worse.

Much worse.

Their wolves carried dominance, territorial instincts, heightened aggression, and stronger emotional responses.

An Alpha losing control during a full moon could destroy entire groups of people before regaining awareness.

And Roman-

Roman had awakened his wolf while carrying buried trauma, grief, rage, and confusion all at

once.

Helen already knew what that combination could become if left unchecked.

Honestly, Alexander should have considered this more carefully before allowing Roman out of containment earlier.

But then again-

Alexander had far bigger concerns occupying his mind tonight.

Helen couldn’t exactly blame him.

Roman dragged another hand through his hair before slowly opening his eyes again.

He finally looked toward Helen.

“You need something?” Helen asked calmly.

Roman immediately shook his head once.

“No.”

His voice sounded strained.

Rougher than usual.

“I just…” He stopped briefly before rubbing his temple again. “I can’t relax.”

Helen remained quiet.

Roman exhaled sharply.

“I don’t know what to do with myself right now.”

That part sounded more frustrated than anything else.

Like he was genuinely angry at himself for not being able to settle down.

Helen studied him carefully for another moment.

Then, finally, she spoke.

“You’re handling yourself well so far.”

Roman let out a dry, humorless breath.

“It doesn’t feel like it.”

Helen almost smiled faintly at that.

Of course it didn’t.

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Because what Roman was experiencing right now felt overwhelming even for experienced

wolves.

And deep down-

Helen knew it would only get worse as the night progressed.

The closer they moved toward the peak of the full moon, the stronger his wolf would

become.

The instincts would sharpen further.

The aggression.

Everything.

Especially with all the memories he had recently recovered.

That alone was enough to destabilize someone.

But Helen said none of that aloud.

There was no point in increasing his anxiety.

Instead, she simply continued arranging some of the ritual items calmly.

“You’ll survive it,” she said.

Roman leaned his head back briefly against the wall.

His eyes shut again for a second.

But Helen noticed how tightly his jaw clenched afterward.

Like even silence itself irritated him right now.

After another moment, Roman finally spoke again.

“Is there something you can do?”

Helen looked toward him.

Roman swallowed once before continuing.

“Because I feel like every vein in my body is about to explode.”

The honesty in that statement caught her attention slightly.

Roman looked too exhausted to bother pretending anymore.

Helen crossed the room slowly toward him.

Roman straightened faintly as she approached, though not aggressively.

Just automatically alert.

Helen stopped beside him before placing a hand lightly on his shoulder.

The tension beneath his muscles was immediate.

His entire body felt wound too tightly.

“You’re overstimulated,” Helen explained calmly.

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Roman frowned slightly.

“The full moon heightens everything.”

She watched him carefully as she continued.

“Your senses, your emotions, your instincts.”

Roman stayed silent.

Helen continued anyway.

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“And because your wolf only recently awakened, everything feels stronger than it should.”

Roman inhaled slowly through his nose again.

His eyes shifted briefly toward the window, where moonlight filtered inside.

Helen could practically see the internal struggle happening inside him now.

The wolf pulling at him.

Demanding movement.

Demanding release.

Demanding something.

And honestly?

That part worried her most.

Because wolves like Roman, in this condition, often sought outlets instinctively.

Violence, running, hunting.

Fighting.

Something to bleed the energy out.

But Roman could not afford to lose control tonight.

Not with Faye’s life connected directly to his existence.

Helen squeezed his shoulder lightly once before letting go.

“The only thing that can help you right now,” she said carefully, “is keeping your mind away from things that trigger you.”

She didn’t specify further.

She assumed Roman dready knew each o

Judging by the brief fucker in his eye-

He did

Roman looked away quefly

Helen studied him for another second before contwing

“You need to learn control before your wolf learns to control you

The room fell silent after that

Roman remained leaning against the wall, breathing unevenly while trying to say mer

And Helen watched him quietly

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