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 back again, panting as heat coursed over my skin. I felt everything–every scratch,

Realm–”

was a sleepy child,

“You’re in Breles, Xander.”

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

asked stupidly. My ears began 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

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

into dawn. I was in a tent–one of the war

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

I gasped, then panicked, and hands came flying to hold me down

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

been shredded. I’d been

of my blood,” Rosalie said, giving me a weak

the f**k happened? How

long

shot him a careful look, and Oliver’s eyes

the f**k

voice

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

is closed,” Oliver said flatly, his

“Lena–”

eyes that I didn’t recognize as he held my gaze for a moment longer, then he walked away, pushing through the crowd of

to continue patching him up,” he said, every word laced

vampires are

to us and began rifling through a

snarled audibly as the healer, who I hadn’t

told you–” Adrian growled, nearly foaming at the

be awake for this,” the

as I painfully turned my head to look up at Adrian, who

“For what? What–”

I fought against the darkness creeping into my mind, the numbness making it

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

gentle touch. I met nothing but open

“No!”

said, her voice

anger roiling. Her mark, her mark that

above me began to fade. I might have screamed. I might have

***

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

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 could

I said through gritted teeth as she pulled the blood soaked bandages from

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