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–”

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

Realm–” I

a sleepy child, her touch the

“You’re in Breles, Xander.”

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 several unfamiliar people. He was pressing an ice pack to his jaw, his skin sporting a deep purple bruise around the white plastic holding the

to ring violently, and I couldn’t hear his reply, but based on the look in his eyes, I was sure that I’d split my

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

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, surrounded

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

down at my body. I gasped, then panicked, and hands came flying

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

been shredded. I’d been flayed

said, giving me a weak smile. “It… it kept

How did I get

long story,” Oliver

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

the f**k is

came a male voice from just outside the

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

closed,” Oliver said flatly,

“Lena–”

my gaze for a moment longer, then he walked away, pushing through the crowd of

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 men walked outside–guards. They had been

are

a cart of supplies. “It’s nearly morning. It won’t be much longer until we

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

Adrian growled, nearly

can’t be awake for this,” the

throat as I painfully turned my head to look

“For what? What–”

I fought against the darkness

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

beneath my gentle touch. I met nothing but open flesh,

“No!”

your eyes, Xander,” Rosalie said, her voice

the numbness 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,

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

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different one from the man who’d done his best to sew the

striking dark brown eyes, only shrugged at my inquiry. “This

to him,” I said through gritted teeth as she pulled the blood soaked bandages from my chest, revealing deep, jagged puncture

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