A Warrior's Second Chance (Faye and Alexander) novel Chapter 212

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The fight had been going on long enough for patience to wear thin. Marcus’s tactics were relentless–lunges from angles I didn’t expect, claws aimed at pressure points, snapping at every opportunity. I had kept Adrian locked away, kept control, played fair as I promised myself I would.

But the truth hit me in the gut with every strike I absorbed. Faye was right–fair wasn’t going to save me. Fair wasn’t going to win this. Marcus was relentless, vicious, and utterly without conscience. And I could feel the strain in my jaw, the tension coiling in my muscles, the heat behind my eyes.

I kept circling, keeping my distance, deflecting and dodging. But every move I made felt slower than it should. My breathing grew heavier, controlled only by force of will. I caught a glimpse of Faye at the edge of the ring, her hands clenched, eyes wide. Even from this distance, I felt her worry radiate, her heart pounding in sync with my own.

I couldn’t let her see me falter. I had made a promise to her… I promised to return to her

victorious. I wasn’t about to let her down.

And yet, I knew the truth. Everything she said was true. I couldn’t do this without turning my

conscience off…

It was decision time.

Every fiber of my being screamed to hold back a little longer. But the reality of the ring–the intensity of Marcus’s attacks, the sheer danger–left no room for half measures.

The bitter truth was that I needed to let go and let Adrian take over.

I dodged another hit from Marcus, causing him to fly to the edge of the ring. I moved back a little as I felt it stir first in the back of my mind–a wave of heat along my spine, a shadowed presence brushing against the edges of my consciousness. I gritted my teeth, focusing on that spark, willing it to bloom.

And then it happened.

Everything around me shifted, my heartbeat thickening like a storm rolling across the sky. Fury radiated from me in waves, a raw, brutal force that demanded to be let out. Every muscle tensed, every claw flexed, every hair along my spine rising as Adrian claimed his ground.

Marcus managed to get back up and tried to take advantage of my stillness. But the moment

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I opened my eyes, he froze, then stumbled backward.

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I saw it immediately–the falter in his stance, the sudden hesitation that betrayed shock and fear. His arrogance, his confidence, all shattered in a fraction of a second. His eyes widened as if he’d just glimpsed a predator he had no hope of controlling.

And I didn’t pause.

The rules, the fairness, the cautious strikes–all vanished. I pounced without mercy, without hesitation. Adrian didn’t calculate. Adrian didn’t wait for the other to recover. He struck- struck hard, striking to dominate, to incapacitate, to destroy.

I could still hear Faye’s heartbeat in my ears as I moved. I felt the weight of her presence, her trust, her hope anchoring me even as Adrian roared through my veins. Strange.

Marcus tried to respond–lunging back, dodging, countering. But it was too late. He hadn’t expected this. He couldn’t adapt fast enough. Every strike he tried to set up was met with precision and raw ferocity. Every maneuver he had planned crumbled under the sheer force of Adrian.

The ground shook beneath us, dust and sparks scattering with each impact. Claws tore through the earth, fur bristled, and snarls cut through the air. He couldn’t match my speed no matter how hard he tried.

I felt a surge of power unlike any I had ever known in battle. It was terrifying, but at the same time, intoxicating. For the first time, Adrian was contained enough to act with purpose rather than mindless rage. He was hungry, but only for Marcus’s blood.

Faye’s presence reminded me that I could not completely lose myself. I knew I needed to stay on the edge, needed to stay anchored. But it was a thin line, a fragile thread stretched taut across the storm of bloodlust.

I watched Marcus falter more with each passing moment. The initial shock had given way to panic. He tried to calculate, to manipulate, to strike, to retreat. But Adrian’s ferocity was unrelenting. The advantage was mine–completely and utterly mine now.

I heard the witnesses–the pack, Marcus’s supporters, the others who had come to see the fight. Their reactions split, fractured. Some gasped in horror, eyes wide, unable to comprehend what they were seeing. Others cheered silently, the awe of witnessing raw power making their breaths catch.

And yet, even in the midst of all this, I had to remain aware. Adrian could not be allowed to overtake completely. I could not let the killing instinct go unchecked beyond Marcus.

I dodged, struck, tore through Marcus’s defenses with precision that was terrifying even to

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