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–”

and my vision blurred with black spots. I fell back again, panting as heat coursed over

Night Realm–”

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

“You’re in Breles, Xander.”

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

couldn’t hear his reply, but based on the look in his eyes, I was sure that I’d split my knuckles open on his jaw

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

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

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

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 catch

bandages. I didn’t know what my face looked like, and maybe it was a good

I’d been

of my blood,” Rosalie said, giving me a weak smile. “It… it

the f**k happened? How did I get

long story,”

and Oliver’s eyes dropped to

f**k is

came a male voice from just outside the

tones as she retreated out of sight.

said flatly, his voice void of

“Lena–”

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

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

are

to us and began rifling through a cart of supplies. “It’s nearly morning. It won’t be much longer

I hadn’t seen step

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

awake for

swallowed against the panic rising in my throat as I painfully turned my head to look up

“For what? What–”

I fought against the

succumbed to sedation, I reached up to touch

met nothing but open flesh, and oozing

“No!”

eyes, Xander,” Rosalie said, her voice trembling with

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

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

***

is he returning to the camp?” I asked the healer, a different one from the man who’d done

dark brown eyes, only shrugged at my inquiry. “This

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

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