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–”

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

Night Realm–”

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

“You’re in Breles, Xander.”

was 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 sporting a deep purple bruise around

violently, and I couldn’t hear his reply, but based on the look in his eyes, I was sure that I’d split my knuckles open on his jaw only

hard in the ribs by none other than his mother,

into dawn. I was in a tent–one of the war tents in the camp in Breles. I was… I was

His eyes were narrowed on me, but not in a menacing way. He was

prepared for what I saw when I looked down at my body. I gasped, then panicked, and hands came flying to hold me down again as I struggled to catch

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 of my arm again I reached up to touch my cheek, then my forehead, and felt along the thick bandages

I’d been

doses of my blood,” Rosalie said, giving me a weak smile.

happened? How did I

long

shot him a careful look, and Oliver’s

f**k

came a male voice from just outside

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

closed,” Oliver said flatly, his voice

“Lena–”

as he held my gaze for a moment longer, then he walked away, pushing through the crowd

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

are still

a cart of supplies. “It’s nearly morning. It won’t be much longer until we

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

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

for

rising in my throat as I painfully turned my head to

“For what? What–”

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

might have been instinctual, or maybe habit, but before I succumbed to sedation, I reached up to touch Lena’s mark on

I met nothing

“No!”

eyes, Xander,” Rosalie said, her voice trembling

strained, forced whisper. Through the numbness taking over my body, I could feel the anger roiling. Her mark, her mark that had cemented us as mates–it was f*****g gone, cut

the light above me began to fade. I might have

***

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

brown eyes, only shrugged at my inquiry. “This is war. There is no schedule,” she

gritted teeth as she pulled the blood soaked bandages from

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