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–”

differentiate the voices around me as my mind spun and my vision blurred with black spots. I fell back again, panting as heat coursed over my skin. I felt everything–every

Night Realm–” I

sleepy child, her touch the only thing

“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

his reply, but based on the look in his eyes, I was sure that I’d split my knuckles open on his

other than his mother, who was hovering

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

man dressed in a white coat soiled with blood. His eyes were narrowed on me, but

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

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, because when Adrian let go of my arm again I reached up to touch my cheek, then my forehead, and felt along the thick

shredded. I’d

three doses of my blood,” Rosalie said, giving me a weak smile.

the f**k happened? How did

long

him a careful look, and Oliver’s eyes

the f**k

came a male voice

retreated out of sight. Through the ringing in my ears,

Oliver said flatly, his voice void of

“Lena–”

his eyes that I didn’t recognize as he held my gaze for a moment longer, then he walked away,

my shoulder; 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 the tent flap, and six men walked outside–guards. They

are still

replied, nodding at the healer, who turned 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

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

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

be awake for this,” the healer

my throat as I painfully turned my head

“For what? What–”

me under. I fought against the darkness creeping into my mind,

might have been instinctual, or maybe habit, but before I succumbed

met nothing but open flesh, and oozing

“No!”

Xander,” Rosalie said, her voice

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

fade. I might have screamed. I might have

***

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

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

pulled the blood soaked

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