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Chapter 621

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–”

and my vision blurred with black spots. I fell back again, panting

Realm–” I

I was a sleepy child, her touch the only thing keeping

“You’re in Breles, Xander.”

clearing enough to catch a glimpse of him standing behind several unfamiliar people. He was pressing an

based on the look in his eyes, I was sure that I’d split

hissed as he was nudged hard in the ribs by none other

I was in a tent–one of the

white coat soiled with blood. His eyes were narrowed on me, but not in a menacing way. He was watching me closely, scanning me from head to

wasn’t prepared for what I saw when I looked down at my body. I gasped, then panicked,

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

shredded. I’d been

said, giving me

the f**k happened? How did

a long story,” Oliver

look, and Oliver’s

f**k

male voice from just outside

speaking in low tones as she retreated out of sight. Through the ringing in my ears,

portal is closed,” Oliver said flatly, his voice

“Lena–”

straightened up, something flashing in his eyes that I didn’t recognize as he held my gaze for a moment longer, then he walked away, pushing through the crowd of people who were gathered around the cot I was laying

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

vampires are

and began rifling through a cart of supplies. “It’s nearly morning. It won’t be much longer

pinch, and Adrian snarled audibly as the healer, who I hadn’t seen step toward me again, retreated a few steps, a syringe

Adrian growled, nearly foaming

for this,” the

panic rising in my throat as I painfully turned my

“For what? What–”

fought against the darkness creeping into my

have been instinctual, or maybe habit, but before I succumbed to sedation, I

beneath my gentle touch. I met nothing but open

“No!”

eyes, Xander,” Rosalie said, her voice trembling

my body, I could feel the anger roiling. Her mark, her mark that had cemented us as mates–it

my mouth as the light above me began to fade. I might have screamed. I might have roared like the wolf struggling

***

is he returning to the camp?” I asked the healer, a different one from the man who’d done his

older woman 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 she

as she pulled the blood soaked bandages from my chest, revealing

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