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

Night Realm–” I

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

“You’re in Breles, Xander.”

clearing enough to catch a glimpse of him standing behind several unfamiliar people. He

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 only

other than his mother, who

shredded canvas ceiling. I could see the stars above me, the sky fading into dawn. I was in a tent–one of the war tents in the camp in Breles. I was… I was in a

white coat soiled with blood. His eyes were narrowed on me,

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

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 along the thick bandages wrapped

been shredded. I’d been

of my blood,” Rosalie said, giving me a weak

How did I

long

him a careful look, and Oliver’s eyes dropped to the

the f**k

a male voice from just outside

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

Oliver said flatly, his voice

“Lena–”

didn’t recognize as he held my gaze for

face 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

vampires are still

rifling through a cart

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

told you–” Adrian growled, nearly foaming at the

awake for

in my throat as I painfully turned my head to look up at Adrian, who was

“For what? What–”

fought against the

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

met nothing but open flesh, and

“No!”

eyes, Xander,” Rosalie said, her voice trembling with

I could feel the anger roiling. Her mark, her mark that had cemented us as mates–it was f*****g gone, cut out of

opened my mouth as the light above me began to fade. I might have screamed. I might

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from the man who’d done his best to sew the gaping hole in my shoulder together only

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

blood soaked bandages from my chest, revealing deep,

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