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–”

around me as my mind spun and my vision blurred with black spots. I fell back again, panting as heat coursed over my skin. I felt everything–every scratch, every bruise,

Realm–” I

though I was a sleepy child, her touch the

“You’re in Breles, Xander.”

clearing enough to catch a glimpse of him standing behind several unfamiliar people. He was pressing an ice pack to his

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

other than his

stars above me, the sky fading into dawn. I was

His eyes were narrowed on me, but not in

gasped, then panicked, and hands came

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

been shredded. I’d been

Rosalie said, giving me a weak smile.

f**k happened? How did I get

a long

and

f**k is

voice from just outside the

she retreated out of sight. Through the ringing in my ears, I could hear the sounds of a distant

Oliver said flatly, his voice

“Lena–”

didn’t recognize as he held my gaze for a moment longer, then he

said, every word laced with annoyance. I hadn’t registered the Egoren warriors standing in the group until Adrian tilted his head

are

back,” 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

pinch, and Adrian snarled audibly as the healer, who I hadn’t seen

you–” Adrian growled, nearly foaming at

can’t be awake for this,”

panic rising in my throat as I painfully turned my head to look up

“For what? What–”

fought against the darkness creeping into my mind, the numbness making it hard to

before I succumbed to sedation, I reached up to touch Lena’s mark on

flowed beneath my gentle touch. I met nothing but

“No!”

your eyes, Xander,” Rosalie said, her voice trembling with

I could feel the anger roiling. Her

I might have screamed. I might have roared like the wolf struggling

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to the camp?” I asked the healer, a different one from the man who’d done his

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

soaked bandages from

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