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–”

with black spots. I fell back again, panting as heat coursed over my skin. I felt everything–every scratch, every bruise,

Realm–” I

was a sleepy child, her

“You’re in Breles, Xander.”

Goddess, that was Oliver’s voice, 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 sporting a deep purple bruise around the white

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

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

the 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… I was in a healer tent, surrounded

man dressed in a white coat soiled with blood. His eyes were narrowed on me, but not in a

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

and maybe it was a good thing,

shredded. I’d been flayed

doses of my blood,” Rosalie said, giving me

f**k happened? How did

a long story,” Oliver

shot him a careful look, and Oliver’s eyes dropped to the

the f**k is

came a male voice from

head whipped in his direction and she stepped away, speaking in low tones as she retreated out of sight. Through the ringing in my ears, I could hear the sounds of a distant battle. I

portal is closed,” Oliver said flatly,

“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

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

Rosalie replied, nodding at the healer, who turned his back to us and began rifling through a cart of supplies. “It’s nearly morning. It won’t be much longer until we

the healer, who I hadn’t seen step toward

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

be awake for this,” the healer replied

the panic rising in my throat as I painfully turned my head

“For what? What–”

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

before I succumbed to

touch. I met nothing but

“No!”

said, her

body, I could feel the anger roiling. Her mark, her mark that had cemented us as

might have screamed. I

***

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

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 redress the

soaked bandages from my chest, revealing deep, jagged puncture wounds–bite marks, hundreds of them,

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