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–”

voices around me as my mind spun and my vision blurred with black spots. I fell back again, panting as heat coursed over my

Realm–” I

I was a sleepy child, her touch the only

“You’re in Breles, Xander.”

like he was speaking with a mouth full of water. I blinked into the light, my vision clearing enough to catch a glimpse

reply, but based on the look in

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

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

soiled with blood. His eyes were narrowed on me, but not in a

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

sutures ran 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, because when Adrian let go of

been shredded. I’d been

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

How did

long

him a careful look, and

the f**k is

male voice from just

speaking in low tones as she retreated out of sight. Through the ringing in my ears, I could hear the

said flatly, his voice void

“Lena–”

fixed on mine. He straightened up, something flashing in his 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

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

are

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

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

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

for this,”

painfully turned my head to look up

“For what? What–”

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

instinctual, or maybe habit, but before I succumbed to sedation, I reached up to

my gentle touch. I met nothing

“No!”

your eyes, Xander,” Rosalie said, her

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

might have screamed. I might have roared like the wolf struggling to gain control

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

healer, an older woman with a round, somewhat plain face but striking dark brown eyes, 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

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

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