A Warrior's Second Chance (Faye and Alexander) novel Chapter 484

Chapter 483

THIRD POV

Darren stormed through the gates of Stonevale’s pack house like a man trying to outrun his own rage.

The moment his boots hit the inner courtyard, the air around him seemed to shift. Wolves who had been stationed outside immediately lowered their heads, instinctively sensing the violence in his aura. None of them spoke. None of them dared.

Darren didn’t even look at them.

He moved straight inside.

Controlled only by the thin thread of discipline that kept him from tearing the entire place

apart.

The doors slammed behind him as he entered the main hall, and for a brief second, he just stood there–breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling in sharp, uneven bursts.

Then it hit him.

Not the silence.

Not the emptiness.

But the realization that everything had fallen apart.

His jaw tightened so hard it hurt.

He had been so close.

So unbelievably close.

The elevation ritual. The final stage.

The moment Stonevale would have finally recognized what he had always known–what he had always believed–that he was the one meant to lead them. The rightful Alpha. The only one capable of turning this pack into something greater than tradition and hesitation.

And now-

It was gone.

His hands curled into fists so tightly his nails dug into his palms.

How?

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How had it all slipped through his fingers so easily?

A low, humorless laugh escaped him, sharp and broken.

“It was too easy,” he muttered to himself, pacing forward into the hall. “Too easy to think it would just go exactly as planned.”

His voice echoed off the walls, but there was no one there to respond.

He stopped abruptly, turning his head slightly as if expecting answers from the empty space.

“Of course something had to go wrong,” he continued bitterly. “Of course.”

His breathing grew heavier again.

In his mind, everything replayed in fragments.

His eyes narrowed sharply.

Alexander Blackwell.

That was where it started to fall apart.

Darren’s lips curled slightly as he turned the thought over in his mind.

“How did that Blackwell boy even get in?” he hissed. “How did he make it past every single line of defense?”

His voice rose with each question.

Anger building.

Spiraling.

“We had guards everywhere,” he snapped, pacing again now. “Every entrance. Every path. Every inch of that territory was secured.”

His fist slammed into the nearest wooden pillar, the impact echoing through the hall.

“And still–he got in.”

His chest rose sharply again.

He stopped.

His expression darkened further as another thought pushed its way forward.

The wolf.

The second one.

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The one that came out of nowhere.

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Darren’s eyes narrowed slightly as he replayed that moment more carefully now, no longer blinded purely by rage.

The impact, the speed.

The way it moved.

The way it looked at him.

A faint tension crept into his expression.

“Who was that?” he muttered under his breath.

In the chaos, he hadn’t been able to focus properly. Not on scent, not on anything except

survival.

But something about that wolf…

Something about the way it had paused for just a fraction of a second before attacking him again-

It hadn’t felt random.

It had felt intentional.

Predatory.

Like it knew exactly who it was coming for.

Darren exhaled sharply, forcing the thought down.

“It doesn’t matter,” he said firmly, as if trying to convince himself.

But it did bother him.

Because that howl-

That sound-

His jaw tightened again.

That howl had been wrong.

Not wrong in strength.

Wrong in meaning.

It had shaken the entire battlefield for a split second.

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Every Stonevale wolf had reacted.

Even him.

And Darren hated that most of all.

His lips curled into a sharp, dismissive laugh as he shook his head.

“No,” he said aloud, his voice more controlled now. “That’s impossible.”

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He turned slowly, walking further into the hall again, trying to regain control of his thoughts.

“I am the last,” he continued firmly, speaking more to himself than anyone else. “The only remaining bloodline that matters here.”

He paused.

Then added more quietly, as if reinforcing something fragile inside his own mind.

“Kael is dead.”

Silence answered him.

He nodded slightly as though confirming it for himself.

“And Kael’s only surviving child was Roman.”

The name lingered in the air for a moment.

Darren’s expression shifted slightly.

Then hardened again.

“Roman is dead,” he said sharply, louder this time, as if saying it louder would make it truer.

He stopped walking again.

His breathing steadied just slightly.

“That boy is gone,” he continued, his voice lower now but firm. “Even if by some miracle he survived everything, he has no memory, no strength, no wolf.”

A faint scoff left him.

“And even if he did survive,” Darren added bitterly, “he would never remember home. He would never remember me.”

A pause.

Then a colder thought followed.

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“And he certainly wouldn’t know how to howl like that when he has no wolf.”

The memory of that sound flashed through his mind again.

The way it had frozen everything.

The way it had made even seasoned Stonevale wolves hesitate.

Darren’s jaw tightened.

Then he exhaled sharply, shaking his head as if physically pushing the thought away.

“No,” he muttered. “No, that’s ridiculous.”

He turned abruptly, pacing again.

“Roman is not a problem,” he said firmly. “He is dead.”

But even as he said it, something in his chest remained unsettled.

He hated that feeling.

He hated uncertainty.

And more than anything-

He hated failure.

His hand dragged roughly down his face as frustration built again, spilling over.

And then his thoughts snapped violently toward someone else.

Janet.

His lips curled into a dangerous line.

“This is her fault,” he said coldly.

He stopped walking.

His eyes narrowed.

“She was supposed to see this coming.”

His voice sharpened.

“She was supposed to prepare for every variable.”

His hands clenched again.

“And yet here we are.”

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He let out a low, venomous breath.

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“If she doesn’t fix this,” Darren said slowly, his voice now dangerously calm, “I will personally make sure she regrets ever thinking she could fail me.”

Silence filled the hall again.

But this time it wasn’t calm.

Because Darren wasn’t just angry anymore.

He was unraveling.

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