A Warrior’s Second Chance novel Chapter 290

FAYE

The door shut softly behind me as I stepped back into the corridor. For a second, I just stood there, letting the steady rhythm of my heartbeat slow.

Whatever I had just seen in that room–it had settled into my bones in a way I couldn’t shake.

Alexander and Dr. Adams were a few steps away, standing near the nurses‘ station. Their voices were low, the kind of conversation that already carried a conclusion within it.

“…we can’t keep him here,” Alexander was saying when I approached, his arms crossed over his chest, his posture rigid with certainty. “He needs to be moved immediately. A regular hospital. Somewhere equipped to handle humans long–term.”

Dr. Adams nodded, her expression thoughtful and practical. “Medically speaking, that would be the best course of action. We’ve stabilized him, but this clinic isn’t designed for prolonged human care. Not to mention the ethical implications. Once he realizes where he is…” She trailed off.

I slowed my steps, listening.

“And the pack,” Alexander added. “Once word spreads that there’s a human being housed within the territory–inside the pack house, no less–it’s going to cause unrest. I won’t risk that.”

Something twisted sharply in my chest.

I didn’t even realize I was speaking until the words left my mouth.

“You can’t send him away.”

Both of them turned to look at me.

Alexander’s brows furrowed slightly. “Faye-”

“No,” I said, stepping closer now, my voice firmer than I felt. “You can’t just move him like that.”

Alexander exhaled slowly, the way he did when he was trying to be patient. “This isn’t about wanting to,” he said. “It’s about what’s necessary. He doesn’t belong here. It’s not safe for him, and it’s not safe for the pack.”

“He’s still recovering,” I countered. “He’s not even fully conscious of himself yet.”

“And that makes it worse,” Alexander replied. “He’s a human in a wolf territory. Wolves will protest. Some already don’t like that we brought him in at all.”

Dr. Adams shifted slightly, clearly uncomfortable with the tension. “Alpha Alexander is right, Luna. From a medical and political standpoint-”

The words kept coming–reasonable and structured and logical–but they blurred together in my head. All I could see was the boy lying in that bed, young and battered, with something ancient hovering over him.

I swallowed.

I wasn’t a hundred percent sure.

But I was sure enough.

“He’s a wolf,” I blurted.

The corridor fell silent.

Alexander stared at me.

Dr. Adams blinked, clearly thinking she’d misheard. “I’m sorry–what?”

“He’s not human,” I said, my voice sounding steadier than I felt. “He’s a wolf.”

Confusion flickered openly across both their faces.

“That’s not possible,” Dr. Adams said carefully. “I’ve examined him thoroughly. If he were a werewolf, his healing would be accelerated. His injuries weren’t caused by poisoned blades or wolfsbane. By all medical indicators, he should have healed far more rapidly by now.”

“Then why?” Alexander pressed. “Because right now, everything we know points to him being human.”

“I know what I’m saying,” I said, my voice lowering, the certainty returning even as my explanations failed me. “I just… I don’t know how to explain it in a way that sounds logical.”

Dr. Adams glanced between us, clearly sensing the shift from discussion to something far more personal. She cleared her throat gently.

“I think,” she said carefully, “this is a conversation you two should have privately.”

Alexander didn’t argue.

“Excuse me, Alpha. Luna,” Dr. Adams added with a respectful nod. “I’ll be in my office if you need me.”

She walked away, her footsteps retreating down the hall and leaving behind a silence that felt suddenly too loud.

I turned fully to Alexander, stepping closer so no one else could overhear us. I lowered my voice, forcing calm into it even though my heart was racing.

“I saw his wolf,” I said.

Alexander didn’t move.

“In the room,” I continued. “It was there–hovering close to him. Not fully solid. Like a shadow, or a spirit. And it saw me too. It knew I was there.”

I searched his face for something–belief, curiosity, even concern.

Instead, he was looking at me like I had completely lost my mind.

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