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 my

Night Realm–” I

me as though I was a sleepy child,

“You’re in Breles, Xander.”

Oliver’s voice, muffled and wet like he was speaking with a mouth full of water. I 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 jaw, his

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 jaw only

he was nudged hard in the ribs by none other than

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…

with a man dressed in a white coat soiled with blood. His eyes were narrowed on me,

gasped, then

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

been shredded. I’d

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

How did

long story,”

shot him a careful look, and

f**k is

came a male voice from just outside the

away, speaking in low tones as she retreated out of sight. Through the ringing in my ears, I could hear the sounds of a distant

said flatly, his voice

“Lena–”

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 the cot I was laying

he said, every word laced with annoyance. I hadn’t registered

vampires are

Rosalie replied, nodding at the healer, who turned his back to us and began rifling through a

healer, who I hadn’t seen step

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

awake for this,” the healer replied

rising in my throat as I painfully turned my head to

“For what? What–”

rushing over my body, threatening to take me under. I fought against the darkness creeping into my mind, the numbness making

or maybe habit, but before I succumbed to sedation, I

touch. I met nothing but open flesh,

“No!”

said, her voice trembling with

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

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

***

is he returning to the camp?” I asked the healer, a different one from the man who’d done his best to sew the

shrugged at my inquiry. “This is war. There is no schedule,” she

through gritted teeth as she pulled the blood soaked bandages from my chest, revealing deep,

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