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Chapter 621

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–”

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

Night Realm–” I

I was a sleepy child, her touch the only thing keeping

“You’re in Breles, Xander.”

Oh, my 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

hear his reply, but based on the look in

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

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

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

for what I saw when I looked down at my body. I gasped, then panicked, and

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, because when Adrian let go of my arm again I reached up

been shredded. I’d been

giving me a

happened? How

long story,” Oliver

careful look, and Oliver’s eyes dropped to the

the f**k is

a male voice from just outside

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

said flatly,

“Lena–”

in his eyes that I didn’t recognize as he held my gaze for a moment

his face turned to watch Oliver go. Everyone was silent for a moment before the healer cleared 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 the group until Adrian tilted his head toward

vampires are still

who turned his back to us and began rifling through a

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

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

can’t be awake for

swallowed against the panic rising in my throat as I painfully turned

“For what? What–”

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

or maybe habit, but before I succumbed to sedation, I reached up to touch Lena’s

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

“No!”

eyes, Xander,” Rosalie said, her voice

I could feel the anger roiling. Her mark, her mark that had cemented us as mates–it was f*****g gone, cut

above me began to fade. I might have

***

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

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

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

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