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

Night Realm–” I

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

“You’re in Breles, Xander.”

mouth full of water. I blinked into the light, my vision clearing enough to catch a glimpse

violently, and I couldn’t hear his reply, but based on the look in his eyes, I was sure

by none other than his mother, who was hovering next to him, pale

the area, noticing the shredded canvas ceiling. I could see the stars above me, the sky fading into dawn. I was in a tent–one of

blood. His eyes were narrowed on me, but

down at my body. I gasped, then panicked, and hands came

face looked like, and maybe it was a good thing, because when Adrian let go of my arm again I reached up to touch my cheek, then my forehead, and felt along the thick

been shredded. I’d been flayed

had three doses of my blood,” Rosalie said, giving me a weak

How

a long story,” Oliver

careful look, and Oliver’s eyes dropped

the f**k

a male voice

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

is closed,” Oliver said flatly, his voice void of

“Lena–”

flashing in his eyes that I didn’t recognize as he held my gaze for a moment longer, then he walked away, pushing through

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 the tent flap, and

are still

a cart of supplies. “It’s nearly morning. It won’t be much longer until

hadn’t seen step toward me again, retreated a

growled, nearly foaming

awake for this,” the healer

against the panic rising in my throat as I painfully turned my head to look up at Adrian,

“For what? What–”

I fought against the darkness

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

met nothing but open flesh, and oozing

“No!”

eyes, Xander,” Rosalie said, her

over my body, I could feel the anger roiling. Her mark,

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

***

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

but striking dark brown eyes, only shrugged at my inquiry. “This is war. There is

soaked bandages from my chest, revealing deep,

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