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 as

Night Realm–” I

child, her touch the only thing keeping

“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

ears began to ring violently, and I couldn’t hear his reply, but based on the look in his eyes, I was sure that I’d split my knuckles open on

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

fading into dawn. I was in a tent–one of the war tents in the camp in Breles. I was…

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

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

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

shredded. I’d been flayed

of my blood,” Rosalie said, giving me

How did I

a long story,”

a careful look, and Oliver’s eyes

the f**k is

voice from

speaking in low tones as she retreated out of sight. Through the ringing

closed,” Oliver said

“Lena–”

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

before the healer cleared his throat. “I really need to continue patching him up,” he said, every word laced with annoyance. I

vampires are still

healer, who turned his back to us and began rifling through a cart

as the healer, who I hadn’t seen step toward me again, retreated a few steps,

growled, nearly foaming at the mouth

awake for

swallowed against the panic rising in my throat as I painfully turned my head to look up at Adrian, who was

“For what? What–”

I fought against

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

I met nothing but open flesh, and oozing

“No!”

Rosalie said, her voice

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

me began to fade. I might have screamed. I might have roared

***

I asked the healer, a different one from the man who’d done his best to sew the gaping hole in

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

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

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