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–”

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

Night Realm–” I

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

“You’re in Breles, Xander.”

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

on the look in

was nudged hard in the ribs by none other than his mother, who was hovering next

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

in a white coat soiled with blood. His eyes were narrowed on

my body. I gasped, then panicked, and hands came flying to hold me down again as I struggled to

from my wrists to my forearms. Gauze covered my legs, soaked with blood. My chest was bare and wrapped in criss-crossed bandages. I didn’t know what my face looked like, and maybe it was a good thing,

shredded. I’d

giving me

How

long

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

the f**k

a male voice

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

Oliver said flatly,

“Lena–”

eyes that I didn’t recognize as he held my gaze for

said, every word laced with annoyance. I hadn’t registered the Egoren warriors

are

rifling through a cart of supplies. “It’s nearly morning. It won’t be much longer until we can… until we can

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

Adrian growled, nearly foaming at the mouth with

can’t be awake for this,” the healer replied

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

“For what? What–”

against the darkness creeping into my mind, the numbness making it

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

touch. I met nothing but open flesh, and

“No!”

said, her voice

forced whisper. Through the numbness taking over my body, I could feel the anger roiling. Her mark, her mark that had cemented us as mates–it was f*****g gone, cut out of me, torn from

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

***

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

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

teeth as she pulled the blood soaked bandages from my chest, revealing deep, jagged puncture wounds–bite marks, hundreds

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