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–”

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,

Night Realm–” I

sleepy child, her touch

“You’re in Breles, Xander.”

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

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

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

area, noticing the 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 healer tent,

soiled with blood. His eyes were narrowed on me, but

I gasped, then panicked, and hands came flying

wrapped in criss-crossed bandages. I didn’t know what my face looked like, and maybe it was a

been shredded. I’d been

blood,” Rosalie said, giving me a weak smile.

the f**k happened? How

a long

look, and Oliver’s eyes

the f**k

voice from

of sight. Through the ringing in my ears,

portal is closed,” Oliver said flatly, his voice void

“Lena–”

eyes that I didn’t recognize as he held my gaze for a moment

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

are still

at the healer, who turned his back to us and began rifling through a cart of supplies. “It’s nearly morning. It

who I hadn’t seen step

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

for this,” the

in my throat as I painfully turned my

“For what? What–”

was rushing over my body, threatening to take me under. I fought against the darkness creeping

before I succumbed to sedation, I reached

flowed beneath my gentle touch. I met

“No!”

said, her voice

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

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

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from the man

dark brown eyes, only shrugged at my inquiry. “This is war. There is no

him,” I said through gritted teeth as she pulled the blood soaked bandages from

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