Chapter 621

CHAPTER 121 : THE MARK IS GONE

*Xander*

“Xander!”

I swung wildly into the dark, my clenched fist meeting with the side of someone’s jaw. My knuckles cracked against bone, my skin splitting with the impact. I roared with fury, fear, and pain.

I couldn’t see anything. Why couldn’t I see anything? Someone was holding me down, voices erupting nearby, all around.

“Sedate him–”

“Stick him with that needle, and it’ll be the last thing you ever do!”

Adrian’s voice rang through my ears, and I gasped, bucking against whoever or whatever was holding me down.

“I can’t see,” I rasped, whipping my head from side to side, “Adrian!”

“I’m here, Alpha.” I felt Adrian’s grip on my forearm and momentarily relaxed before reality rushed back to me, taking my breath away.

I thrashed against what felt like several people holding me down, the voices surrounding me now shouting in desperation to be heard.

“Xander, listen to me–”

“Where is Lena? Where–where am I?” I cut Adrian off, unable to hide the panic in my voice.

I felt a gentle touch against my cheek, someone with soft, feminine hands. For a moment I thought it was Lena, my heart skipping a beat and then breaking as someone else’s scent hit me.

“Take a breath,” Rosalie whispered, and I did, my body surrendering to her words while my mind fought against them. She reached to the back of my head and fumbled in my hair for a moment, then I felt fabric slide loose and graze my cheekbones as light flooded my eyelids.

I blinked frantically to adjust to the bright light overhead, some kind of lamp shining directly in my face.

My eyes began to adjust to the light as several shadowed figures hovered over me, their faces blurred and distorted.

“Are you going to freak out if we let you go?” Rosalie asked lightly, her voice warm and motherly as she gently tucked a lock of my hair behind my ear.

I shook my head, or attempted to, the act sending a ripple of searing pain down my spine. I felt everyone holding me down ease up on their grip, and I shot straight upward in a seated position, screaming in agony.

“Damnit–his sutures!”

“Xander, lay back down!”

“Xander, listen to me–”

me as my mind spun and my vision blurred with black spots. I fell back again, panting as heat coursed over my skin.

Realm–” I

I was a sleepy child, her touch

“You’re in Breles, Xander.”

speaking with a mouth full of water. I blinked into the light, my vision clearing enough to catch a glimpse of him standing behind several unfamiliar people. He was pressing an ice pack to his jaw, his skin

began to ring violently, and I couldn’t hear his reply, but based on the look in his eyes,

hissed as he was nudged hard in the ribs by none other than his mother, who was hovering

the shredded canvas ceiling. I could see the stars above me, the sky fading into dawn. I was in

eyes were narrowed on me,

looked down at my body. I gasped, then panicked, and hands came flying to hold me down again

looked like, and maybe it was a good thing, because when Adrian let go of my arm again I reached up to touch my cheek, then my forehead, and felt along the thick bandages wrapped around

shredded. I’d been

doses of my blood,” Rosalie said, giving me a weak smile. “It… it kept you

How did

a long story,” Oliver

shot him a careful look, and Oliver’s eyes dropped to

the f**k is

came a male voice from just outside the

retreated out of sight. Through the ringing in my ears, I could hear the sounds of a distant battle.

closed,” Oliver said flatly, his voice void of

“Lena–”

his eyes that I didn’t recognize as he held my gaze for a moment longer, then he walked away, pushing through the

a moment before the healer cleared his throat. “I really need to continue patching him up,” he said, every word laced

vampires are still

to us and began rifling through a cart of supplies. “It’s nearly morning. It

the healer, who I hadn’t seen step toward me again, retreated a few steps, a syringe

f*****g told you–” Adrian growled, nearly foaming at

can’t be awake for this,” the

swallowed against the panic rising in my throat as I painfully

“For what? What–”

me under. I fought against the darkness creeping into my mind, the numbness making it hard to

might have been instinctual, or maybe habit, but before I succumbed to sedation, I reached up to touch

beneath my gentle touch. I met nothing but open flesh,

“No!”

said,

My voice was nothing but a strained, forced whisper. Through the numbness taking over my body, I could feel the anger roiling. Her mark, her mark that had cemented us

I might have

***

the camp?” I asked the healer, a different one from the man who’d done his best to sew the gaping hole in my

with a round, somewhat plain face but striking dark brown eyes, only shrugged at my inquiry. “This is war. There is no schedule,” she replied tersely, motioning for me to relax so

I said through gritted teeth as she pulled the blood soaked bandages from my chest,

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