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–”

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

Realm–” I

me as though I was a sleepy child, her touch the only thing keeping me

“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 was pressing an ice pack to his jaw, his skin sporting a deep purple bruise around

couldn’t hear his reply, but based on the look in his eyes, I was sure that I’d split my knuckles open on his jaw

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

me, the sky fading into dawn. I was in

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

I looked down at my body. I gasped, then panicked,

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 again I reached up to touch my cheek, then my forehead, and felt

I’d been flayed

three doses of my blood,” Rosalie said, giving

f**k happened? How did I

long

look, and Oliver’s eyes

the f**k

male voice

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

closed,” Oliver said flatly, his voice

“Lena–”

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

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

vampires are still

Breles back,” Rosalie replied, nodding at the healer, who turned his back to us and began rifling through a cart of supplies. “It’s

felt a pinch, and Adrian snarled audibly as the healer, who I hadn’t seen step toward me again, retreated a few steps, a syringe

growled, nearly foaming at the mouth with

awake for this,” the healer

panic rising in my throat as I painfully turned my

“For what? What–”

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

I succumbed to sedation, I reached up to touch Lena’s mark

touch. I met nothing but open flesh,

“No!”

eyes, Xander,” Rosalie said, her

the numbness taking over my body, I could feel the anger roiling.

as the light above me began to fade. I might have screamed. I might have roared like the wolf struggling to gain control inside of

***

asked the healer, a different one from the man who’d

at my inquiry. “This is war. There is no schedule,” she replied tersely, motioning for me to relax so she could

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

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