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–”

couldn’t differentiate the voices around me as my mind spun and my vision blurred with black spots. I fell back

Night Realm–” I

was a sleepy child, her touch the only

“You’re in Breles, Xander.”

Goddess, that was 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.

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

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

see the stars above me, the sky fading into dawn. I was in a tent–one of the war tents in

man dressed in a white coat soiled with blood. His eyes were narrowed on me, but not in a menacing way. He was watching me closely, scanning me from head to

wasn’t prepared for what I saw when I looked down at my body. I gasped, then panicked, and hands came flying to hold me down again as I struggled to

and maybe it was a good thing, because when Adrian let go of my arm again I reached up to touch my

I’d been flayed

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

f**k happened? How

long story,”

him a careful look, and Oliver’s eyes dropped to the

the f**k is

a male voice

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

portal is closed,” Oliver said flatly,

“Lena–”

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 the Egoren warriors standing in the group until Adrian tilted his head toward the tent flap, and six men walked outside–guards. They had been

vampires are still

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 can…

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

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

be awake for this,” the healer replied

the panic rising in my throat as I painfully

“For what? What–”

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

have been instinctual, or maybe habit, but before I succumbed to sedation, I reached up to touch Lena’s mark on my

my gentle touch. I met

“No!”

Rosalie said, her

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

might have screamed. I might have roared like the wolf struggling to gain control inside of

***

from the man who’d done

healer, an older woman with a round, 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 relax so she

pulled the blood soaked bandages from my chest, revealing deep,

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