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 as heat coursed over my

Night Realm–”

though I was a sleepy child, her touch the

“You’re in Breles, Xander.”

muffled and wet like he 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

I asked stupidly. My ears began to ring violently, and I couldn’t hear his reply, but based on the look

none other than his mother, who was

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 in the camp in Breles. I was…

eyes were narrowed on me, but not in a menacing way. He was watching me closely, scanning me from head

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

my wrists to my forearms. Gauze 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 was a good thing, because when Adrian let go of my arm again I reached up to touch my cheek, then

I’d

said, giving me a weak smile. “It… it kept you

happened? How did

long

shot him a careful look, and

the f**k is

a male voice

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

said flatly,

“Lena–”

didn’t recognize as he held my gaze for a moment longer, then

patching him up,” he said, every word laced with annoyance. I hadn’t registered the Egoren warriors

are

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

who I hadn’t seen step toward

Adrian growled, nearly

can’t be awake for this,” the healer

against the panic rising in my throat as I painfully turned my head to look

“For what? What–”

threatening to take me under. I fought against the darkness

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

beneath my gentle touch. I met

“No!”

Xander,” Rosalie said,

anger roiling. Her mark, her mark that had cemented us as

I might have screamed. I might have roared

***

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

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

to him,” I said through gritted teeth as she pulled the blood soaked

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