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–”

differentiate the voices 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, every

Realm–”

child, her touch the only thing keeping me shaking

“You’re in Breles, Xander.”

full of water. I blinked into the light, my vision clearing enough to catch a glimpse of him standing behind several unfamiliar people. He

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

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

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

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

for what I saw when I looked down at my body. I gasped, then panicked, and hands

to my forearms. 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 when Adrian let

been shredded. I’d

said, giving me

the f**k happened? How did I

a long story,”

shot him a careful look, and Oliver’s eyes

the f**k

a male voice from just outside

direction and she stepped away, speaking in low tones as she retreated out of sight. Through the ringing in my ears, I could hear

closed,” Oliver said flatly,

“Lena–”

fixed on mine. He straightened up, something flashing in his eyes that I didn’t recognize as he held my

before the healer cleared his throat. “I really need to continue patching him up,” he said, every word laced with annoyance.

are still

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

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

you–” Adrian growled,

be awake for this,”

my throat as I painfully turned my head to look up

“For what? What–”

threatening to take me under. I fought against

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

beneath my gentle touch. I met nothing but open flesh, and

“No!”

eyes, Xander,” Rosalie said, her

nothing but a strained, forced whisper. Through the numbness taking over my body, I could feel the anger roiling. Her

opened my mouth as the light above me began to fade. I might have

***

asked the healer, a different one from the man who’d done his best

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

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

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