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–”

voices around me as my mind spun and my vision blurred with black spots. I fell back again, panting

Night Realm–”

a sleepy child, her touch the only thing keeping me shaking

“You’re in Breles, Xander.”

water. I blinked into the light, my vision clearing enough to catch a glimpse of him standing behind several unfamiliar

couldn’t hear his reply, but based on the look in his eyes, I

Oliver hissed as he was nudged hard in the ribs by none other than his mother, who was hovering

into dawn. I was in a tent–one of the war tents in the camp in Breles. I was… I was in

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

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

know what my face looked like, and maybe it was a good thing, because when

shredded. I’d been

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

f**k happened? How did

a long story,” Oliver

him a careful look, and Oliver’s eyes

the f**k is

voice from just outside

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

is closed,” Oliver said flatly, his

“Lena–”

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 who were gathered around the cot I

said, every word laced with annoyance.

are

and began rifling through a

the healer, who I hadn’t seen step

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

awake for

panic rising in my throat as I painfully

“For what? What–”

under. I fought against the darkness creeping into my

might have been instinctual, or maybe habit, but before I succumbed

my gentle touch. I met nothing

“No!”

Rosalie said,

anger roiling. Her mark, her mark that had cemented us as mates–it was f*****g gone, cut out of me, torn

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

***

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

striking dark brown eyes, only shrugged at my inquiry. “This is war. There is no

to speak to him,” 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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