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–”

couldn’t 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 scratch, every bruise, every break…

Night Realm–”

child, her touch the only

“You’re in Breles, Xander.”

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 a glimpse of him standing behind several unfamiliar people. He

reply, but based on the look in his eyes,

by none other than his mother, who

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

eyes with a man dressed in a white coat soiled with blood. His eyes were narrowed on me, but not

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

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

been shredded. I’d

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

f**k happened? How did I

long story,” Oliver

shot him a careful look, and

f**k

voice

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

is closed,” Oliver said flatly, his voice void

“Lena–”

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 around the cot I

cleared his throat. “I really need to continue patching him up,” he said, every word laced with annoyance. I hadn’t registered

are still

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

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

told you–” Adrian growled, nearly foaming at the

be awake for this,” the healer

the panic rising in my throat as I painfully turned my head

“For what? What–”

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

have been instinctual, or maybe habit, but before I succumbed to sedation,

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

“No!”

Xander,” Rosalie said, her voice

feel the anger roiling. Her mark, her mark

light above me began to fade. I might have screamed. I might have roared like the wolf

***

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

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

she pulled the blood soaked bandages from my chest, revealing

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