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–”

mind spun and my vision blurred with black spots. I fell

Night Realm–” I

child, her touch the only

“You’re in Breles, Xander.”

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 sporting a deep purple bruise

to ring violently, and I couldn’t hear his reply, but based on the look in his eyes, I was sure that I’d split my

Oliver hissed as he was nudged hard in the ribs by none other than his mother, who was hovering next to him, pale as

shredded canvas ceiling. I could see the stars above me, the sky fading into dawn. I was in a tent–one of the war tents

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

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

my legs, soaked with blood. My chest was bare and wrapped in criss-crossed bandages. I didn’t know what my face looked like, and maybe it was a good thing, because when Adrian let go

shredded. I’d been

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

f**k happened? How

long story,” Oliver

a careful look, and Oliver’s eyes

the f**k

a male voice from just outside the

his direction and she stepped away, speaking in low tones as she retreated out of sight.

is closed,” Oliver said flatly, his voice void of

“Lena–”

my gaze for a moment longer, then he walked away,

his face turned to watch Oliver go. Everyone was silent for a moment before the healer cleared his throat. “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 his head toward the tent flap, and six men walked

are still

a cart of supplies. “It’s nearly

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

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

be awake for this,” the healer

my throat as I painfully turned my head to look up

“For what? What–”

rushing over my body, threatening to take me under. I fought against the darkness creeping into my mind, the numbness making it

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

flowed beneath my gentle touch. I met nothing but open

“No!”

Rosalie said, her voice trembling

over my body, I could feel the anger

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

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a different one from the man who’d done his best to sew

new healer, an 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

pulled the blood soaked bandages from my chest, revealing deep, jagged puncture wounds–bite marks, hundreds of them, all over my

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