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–”

my mind spun and my vision blurred with black spots. I fell back

Night Realm–”

shushed me as though I was a sleepy child, her touch the

“You’re in Breles, Xander.”

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 skin sporting a deep purple bruise around the

to ring violently, and I couldn’t hear his reply, but based on the

as he was nudged hard in the ribs by none other than his mother,

me, the sky fading into dawn. I

on me, but not in a menacing way.

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

legs, soaked with blood. My chest was bare and wrapped in criss-crossed bandages. I didn’t know what my face looked like, and

shredded. I’d been flayed

giving me a weak smile. “It… it kept you

How did I

long story,” Oliver

and Oliver’s

f**k

voice

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

portal is closed,” Oliver said flatly, his voice

“Lena–”

his eyes 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

moment before the healer cleared his throat. “I really need to continue patching him up,” he said, every word laced with annoyance. I hadn’t registered the Egoren warriors standing in the group until Adrian tilted his head toward

are still

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

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

just f*****g told you–” Adrian growled, nearly foaming at the

for this,” the healer

I painfully

“For what? What–”

body, threatening to take me under. I fought against

instinctual, or maybe habit, but before I succumbed to sedation, I reached up to touch

beneath my gentle touch. I met nothing

“No!”

Xander,” Rosalie said, her voice trembling with

the numbness taking over my body, I could feel the anger roiling. Her mark, her mark that had cemented us as mates–it was

the light above me began to fade. I might have screamed. I might have roared like the wolf struggling to

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a different one from the man who’d done his best to sew the gaping hole in my shoulder together only

only shrugged at my inquiry. “This is war. There is no schedule,” she replied tersely, motioning for me to relax so she could redress the bandages covering my

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

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