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–”

me as my mind spun and my vision blurred with black spots. I fell back again, panting

Night Realm–” I

as though I was a sleepy child, her touch the only thing

“You’re in Breles, Xander.”

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

on the look in his eyes, I was sure that I’d split my knuckles open on

hard in the ribs by none other than his mother,

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

man dressed in a white coat soiled with blood. His eyes were narrowed on me, but not in a menacing way. He was watching me closely, scanning me from head to

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

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

been shredded. I’d been flayed

blood,” Rosalie said, giving me

happened? How did I

a long

look, and Oliver’s eyes dropped to

the f**k

came a male voice from just outside the

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

is closed,” Oliver said flatly, his

“Lena–”

held my gaze for

“I really need to continue patching him up,” he said, every word laced with annoyance. I hadn’t registered the Egoren warriors

are still

the healer, who turned his back to us and began rifling through a cart of supplies. “It’s

healer, who I hadn’t seen step toward me

Adrian growled, nearly foaming

awake for this,” the healer

swallowed against the panic rising in my throat as I painfully turned

“For what? What–”

body, threatening to take me under. I fought against

succumbed to sedation, I reached up

flowed beneath my gentle touch. I met nothing but

“No!”

Xander,” Rosalie said, her voice trembling with

a strained, forced whisper. Through the numbness taking over my body, I could feel the anger roiling. Her mark, her mark that had cemented us as mates–it was f*****g gone, cut out of me,

the light above me began to fade. I might have

***

from the man who’d done his best

eyes, only shrugged at my inquiry. “This is war. There is no schedule,” she replied tersely, motioning for me

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

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