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–”

around 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, every bruise, every break… every

Realm–”

a sleepy child, her touch the only thing keeping

“You’re in Breles, Xander.”

blinked into the light, my vision clearing enough to catch a glimpse of him standing behind several unfamiliar people. He was pressing an ice

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

white coat soiled with blood. His eyes were narrowed on me, but not in a menacing way. He

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

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

shredded. I’d been flayed

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

the f**k happened? How did

a long story,”

and Oliver’s eyes dropped to the

f**k is

a male voice from just outside the

head whipped in his direction and she stepped away, speaking in low tones as she retreated out of sight. Through the ringing in my ears, I could hear the sounds of a distant

said flatly, his voice void

“Lena–”

recognize as he held my gaze for a moment

continue patching him up,” he said, every word

vampires 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 we can… until we can

hadn’t seen step toward me again, retreated a few steps, a

just f*****g told you–” Adrian growled, nearly foaming at the mouth with

be awake for this,” the

panic rising in my throat as I painfully turned my head to

“For what? What–”

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

succumbed to sedation, I reached up to touch Lena’s

gentle touch. I met nothing but

“No!”

Rosalie said, her voice trembling with

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

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

***

one from the man who’d

an older woman with a round, somewhat plain face but striking dark brown eyes, only shrugged at my inquiry. “This is war. There is no schedule,” she replied tersely, motioning for me to relax

she pulled the blood soaked bandages from my chest, revealing deep, jagged puncture

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