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–”

as my mind spun and my vision blurred with black spots. I fell back again, panting

Night Realm–” I

I was a sleepy child, her touch the only

“You’re in Breles, Xander.”

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 was pressing an ice pack to his jaw, his skin sporting a deep purple bruise around the white plastic holding the

to ring violently, and I couldn’t hear his reply, but based on the look in his

in the ribs by none other than his mother, who was hovering next to him,

me, the 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 in

for what I saw when I looked down at 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 my arm

shredded. I’d been flayed

said, giving me a weak smile. “It… it

f**k happened? How did

long story,”

shot him a careful look, and Oliver’s eyes

f**k is

came a male voice

low tones as she retreated out of sight.

closed,” Oliver said flatly, his voice void of

“Lena–”

Oliver said sharply, his eyes 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 around the cot I was laying

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

vampires are still

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 announce

who I hadn’t

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

awake for this,” the healer replied

I painfully turned my head

“For what? What–”

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

been instinctual, or maybe habit, but before I succumbed to sedation, I reached up to touch Lena’s mark on my

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

“No!”

said, her

nothing but a strained, 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 me, torn from

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

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

my inquiry. “This

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

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