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

Night Realm–” I

shushed me as though I was a sleepy child, her

“You’re in Breles, Xander.”

light, my vision clearing enough to catch a glimpse

My ears began to ring violently, and I couldn’t hear his reply, but based on

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

the area, noticing 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

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

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

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

been shredded. I’d been flayed

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

happened? How did

long story,”

him a careful look, and

f**k

male voice from

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

closed,” Oliver said flatly, his

“Lena–”

flashing in his eyes that I didn’t recognize as he held my gaze for a moment longer, then he walked away, pushing through

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

are

his back to us and began rifling through a cart of supplies. “It’s nearly morning. It won’t be much longer until we can… until we can announce

as the healer, who I hadn’t seen step toward me again, retreated a few steps, a

you–” Adrian growled, nearly foaming at

can’t be awake for this,” the healer

throat as I painfully turned my head to look

“For what? What–”

to take me under. I fought against the darkness creeping into

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

flowed beneath my gentle touch. I met

“No!”

said, her voice

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

to fade. I might have

***

from the man who’d done his best to sew the gaping hole in my

woman with a round, somewhat plain 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

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

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