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–”

spun and my vision blurred with black spots. I fell back

Night Realm–”

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

“You’re in Breles, Xander.”

vision clearing enough to catch a glimpse of him standing behind several unfamiliar people. He was pressing an ice pack to

based on the look in his eyes, I was sure that I’d split my knuckles open on his jaw only minutes ago. “You’re

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

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

blood. His eyes were narrowed on me, but

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

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

been shredded. I’d been flayed

had three doses of my blood,” Rosalie said, giving me a weak smile.

f**k happened? How did I

long story,” Oliver

and Oliver’s eyes dropped to

f**k is

a male voice

away, speaking in low tones as she retreated out of sight. Through

said flatly, his voice

“Lena–”

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

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

Breles back,” Rosalie replied, nodding at the healer, who turned his back to us and began rifling through a cart of supplies. “It’s nearly morning. It won’t be

who I hadn’t seen step toward

Adrian growled, nearly foaming at

be awake for this,” the healer replied

against the panic rising in my throat as I painfully turned my head to look up

“For what? What–”

my body, threatening to take me under. I fought against the darkness creeping into my mind, the numbness

I succumbed to sedation, I reached up

met nothing but open flesh, and oozing

“No!”

eyes, Xander,” Rosalie said, her voice

Through the numbness taking over my body, I could feel the anger roiling. Her mark, her mark that

fade. I might have screamed. I might have roared like the wolf struggling to

***

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

striking dark brown eyes, only shrugged at my inquiry. “This is war. There is no schedule,” she replied tersely, motioning for me

I said through gritted teeth as she pulled the blood soaked bandages from my chest, revealing deep, jagged puncture wounds–bite marks, hundreds of them, all over

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