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–”

spots. I fell back again, panting as heat coursed over my skin. I felt everything–every scratch, every bruise, every break…

Night Realm–”

child, her touch the only thing keeping

“You’re in Breles, Xander.”

catch a glimpse of him standing behind several unfamiliar people. He was

stupidly. My ears began to ring violently, and I couldn’t hear his reply, but based on the look in his eyes, I

hissed as he was nudged hard in the ribs by none other than his mother, who was hovering next to him, pale

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

blood. His eyes were narrowed on me, but not in a menacing way. He was watching

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

bandages. I didn’t know what my 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

I’d been flayed

blood,” Rosalie said, giving me a weak

happened? How

long

careful look, and Oliver’s eyes dropped

the f**k

came a male voice from just outside the

tones as she retreated out of sight. Through the ringing in

closed,” Oliver said

“Lena–”

as he held my gaze for a moment longer, then he walked away, pushing through the crowd of

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 the tent flap, and

are

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… until we can

audibly as the healer, who I hadn’t seen step toward

you–” Adrian growled, nearly foaming at the mouth with

be awake for this,” the healer replied

throat as I painfully turned my head

“For what? What–”

was rushing over my body, threatening to take me under. I fought against the

before I succumbed to sedation, I reached up to touch Lena’s mark

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

“No!”

Rosalie said, her voice trembling with

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

began to fade. I might have screamed. I might have roared like the

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

somewhat plain face but striking dark brown eyes, only shrugged at my inquiry. “This is war. There is no schedule,” she replied tersely, motioning

speak to him,” I said through gritted teeth as she pulled the blood soaked bandages from my chest, revealing deep, jagged puncture

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