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Chapter 621

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

Realm–”

as though I was a sleepy child, her touch

“You’re in Breles, Xander.”

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

on

none other than his mother, who was hovering next to him, pale as

fading into dawn. I was

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

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

my face looked like, and maybe it was a good thing, because when Adrian let go of my arm again I

I’d been

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

How did I get

long story,” Oliver

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

f**k

voice from just outside the

in low tones as she retreated out of sight.

closed,” Oliver said flatly, his voice

“Lena–”

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 gathered around

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

are

began rifling through a cart of supplies. “It’s nearly morning.

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

growled, nearly foaming

awake for this,” the healer

painfully

“For what? What–”

against the darkness creeping into my mind, the

but before I succumbed to sedation,

touch. I met nothing but open

“No!”

Rosalie said, her voice trembling with

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

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 to sew

somewhat plain face but striking dark brown eyes, only shrugged at my inquiry. “This is war. There

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

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