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

Night Realm–” I

was a sleepy child,

“You’re in Breles, Xander.”

into the light, my vision clearing enough to catch a glimpse of him standing behind several unfamiliar people. He was pressing an

reply, but based on the look

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

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.

a 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

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

covered 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

been shredded. I’d

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

happened? How did I

long

shot him a careful look, and

the f**k is

voice from just outside

speaking in low tones as she retreated out of sight. Through

is closed,” Oliver said

“Lena–”

mine. He 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

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 outside–guards. They had been

vampires are still

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

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

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

be awake for this,” the healer

rising in my throat as I painfully

“For what? What–”

was rushing over my body, threatening to take me under. I fought against the darkness creeping into my

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

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

“No!”

Rosalie said, her voice trembling

whisper. Through the numbness taking over my body, I could feel the anger roiling. Her mark, her mark that

began to fade. I might have screamed. I might

***

the camp?” I asked the healer, a different one from the man who’d done his best

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

she pulled the blood soaked bandages from my chest, revealing deep, jagged

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