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

was a sleepy child, her

“You’re in Breles, Xander.”

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

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 his jaw only

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

the 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

were narrowed on me, but not in a menacing way. He

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

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

been shredded. I’d been flayed

three doses of my blood,” Rosalie said, giving

happened? How did

long story,”

look, and Oliver’s eyes

f**k is

a male voice from just outside the

in low tones as she retreated out of

is closed,” Oliver said flatly, his voice

“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

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

are still

who turned his back to us and began rifling through a cart of supplies. “It’s nearly morning. It won’t be much longer until

Adrian snarled audibly as the healer, who I hadn’t seen step

told you–” Adrian growled, nearly foaming at

awake for this,”

rising in my throat as I painfully turned my head to

“For what? What–”

to take me under. I fought against the darkness creeping

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

met nothing

“No!”

said, her voice trembling with

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

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

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

at my inquiry. “This is war. There is no schedule,” she replied tersely, motioning for

blood soaked bandages from my chest, revealing deep, jagged puncture

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