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–”

black spots. I fell

Night Realm–”

shushed me as though I was a sleepy child, her

“You’re in Breles, Xander.”

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

I 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 I’d split my knuckles open on

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

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

white coat soiled with blood. His eyes were narrowed on me, but

then panicked, and hands came flying to hold me down again as

bare and wrapped in criss-crossed bandages. I didn’t know what my face looked like, and maybe it was a good thing, because

I’d

three doses of my blood,” Rosalie said, giving

f**k happened? How did I get

long story,” Oliver

him a careful look, and Oliver’s eyes

the f**k

voice from just outside the

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

said flatly, his voice void of

“Lena–”

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

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

are still

rifling through a cart

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

f*****g told you–” Adrian growled, nearly

awake for this,” the healer replied

I painfully turned

“For what? What–”

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

or maybe habit, but before I succumbed to sedation, I

my gentle touch. I met nothing but open

“No!”

said,

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,

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

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

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

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

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