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–”

spun and my vision blurred with black spots. I fell back

Realm–” I

shushed me as though I was a sleepy child,

“You’re in Breles, Xander.”

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

and I couldn’t hear his reply, but based on the look in his eyes, I was sure that I’d split

was nudged hard in the ribs by none other

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

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

when I looked down at my body. I gasped, then panicked,

black sutures ran from 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 my forehead, and felt along the thick bandages wrapped around

been shredded. I’d been

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

f**k happened? How did I get

long story,” Oliver

look, and

the f**k is

voice from

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

Oliver said flatly, his voice void

“Lena–”

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

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

vampires are still

turned his back to us and began rifling through a cart of supplies. “It’s nearly morning.

hadn’t seen step toward me again, retreated a

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

be awake for this,” the healer replied

against the panic rising in my throat as I painfully turned my head to look up at Adrian, who was

“For what? What–”

I fought against the darkness creeping

been instinctual, or maybe habit, but before I succumbed to sedation, I reached up to touch

gentle touch. I met nothing but open

“No!”

Rosalie said,

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

to fade. I might have screamed. I might have roared like the wolf struggling to gain control

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a different one from the man who’d done his

face but striking dark brown eyes, only shrugged at my inquiry. “This is war. There is no schedule,” she replied tersely, motioning

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

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