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 my

Night Realm–”

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

“You’re in Breles, Xander.”

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

My ears began 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

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

I could see the stars above me, 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

locked eyes with a man dressed in a white coat soiled with blood. His eyes were narrowed on me, but not

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

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

I’d been flayed

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

the f**k happened? How

long

careful look, and Oliver’s eyes dropped

the f**k is

a male voice from just outside the

whipped in his direction and she stepped away, speaking in low tones as she retreated out of sight. Through the

portal is closed,” Oliver said flatly, his voice void of

“Lena–”

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

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

taking 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

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

Adrian growled, nearly foaming at the

be awake for this,” the healer replied

panic rising in my throat as I painfully

“For what? What–”

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

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

beneath my gentle touch. I met nothing

“No!”

your eyes, Xander,” Rosalie said,

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

to fade. I might have screamed. I might

***

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

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

pulled the blood soaked bandages from my chest, revealing deep, jagged puncture wounds–bite marks, hundreds of them,

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