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–”

blurred with black spots. I fell back again, panting as heat coursed over my skin. I

Realm–” I

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

“You’re in Breles, Xander.”

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

hear his reply, but based on the look in his eyes, I was sure

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

me, the sky fading into dawn. I was in a tent–one of the war

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

my body. I gasped, then panicked,

face looked like, and maybe it was

I’d been

doses of my blood,” Rosalie said, giving me a weak smile. “It… it

f**k happened? How did

long story,”

shot him a careful look, and

f**k is

a male voice from just outside

she stepped away, speaking in low tones as she retreated out of sight. Through the ringing in my

closed,” Oliver said flatly, his voice void

“Lena–”

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 away, pushing through the crowd of people

my shoulder; his 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 word laced with annoyance. I hadn’t registered the Egoren warriors standing in the group until Adrian tilted his head toward the tent flap, and six

are still

nodding at the healer, who turned his back to us and began rifling through a cart of

healer, who I hadn’t seen

Adrian growled,

for this,” the healer

painfully turned

“For what? What–”

I fought against the darkness creeping into my mind, the numbness making it hard

maybe habit, but before I succumbed to sedation, I reached

gentle touch. I met nothing but open flesh, and oozing

“No!”

eyes, Xander,” Rosalie said,

was nothing but a strained, forced whisper. Through the numbness taking over my body, I could feel the anger roiling. Her mark, her

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

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

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

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

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