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–”

differentiate the voices around me as my mind spun and my vision blurred with black spots. I fell back again, panting as heat coursed over my skin. I felt everything–every scratch, every bruise, every break… every

Realm–” I

as though I was a sleepy child,

“You’re in Breles, Xander.”

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 sporting a deep purple bruise

hear his reply, but based on the look in his eyes, I was sure that I’d split my knuckles open on his jaw

ribs by none other than his mother,

see the stars above me, the sky fading into dawn. I was in a tent–one of the war tents in the camp in Breles. I was…

eyes with a man dressed in a white coat soiled with blood. His eyes were narrowed on me, but not in a menacing way. He was watching

I saw when I looked down at my body. I gasped, then

and wrapped in criss-crossed bandages. I didn’t know what my face looked like, and maybe it was a good thing,

I’d

doses of my blood,” Rosalie said, giving me

f**k happened? How did

long story,”

careful look, and Oliver’s

the f**k

male voice from just outside the

she retreated out of sight. Through the ringing in my ears, I could hear the

closed,” Oliver said flatly, his voice void of

“Lena–”

sharply, his eyes fixed on mine. He straightened up, something flashing in his eyes that I didn’t recognize as he held my gaze for a moment

patching him up,” he said, every word laced with annoyance. I hadn’t registered the Egoren warriors standing in the group until Adrian tilted his

are still

at the healer, who turned his back to us and began rifling through a cart of supplies. “It’s nearly morning. It won’t be much longer until we can… until we can

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

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

awake for

swallowed against the panic rising in my throat as I painfully turned my head to look up at Adrian,

“For what? What–”

threatening to take me under. I fought against the darkness

or maybe habit, but before I succumbed to sedation, I

gentle touch. I met nothing

“No!”

Xander,” Rosalie said, her voice

anger roiling. Her mark,

I might have screamed. I might have roared like the wolf struggling to gain control

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man who’d

brown eyes, only shrugged at my inquiry. “This is war. There is no schedule,” she replied tersely, motioning for me to relax so she could redress

said through gritted teeth as she pulled the blood soaked bandages from my chest, revealing deep, jagged puncture

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