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Chapter 622

CHAPTER 122 : SHE’S GONE

*Xander*

Henry led me through the camp with one arm wrapped around my waist as I limped along. I wondered how long it would be until the healers found out I was missing, but I didn’t particularly care.

I was in shock at the fact that Henry was here. I know that he, without a doubt, would tell me everything he knew about what happened.

We crossed what used to be a street and walked into one of the market squares dappled around Breles. It was all rubble now, the buildings toppled, and the road split down the center. Ash covered everything in sight, and in the distance, smoke continued to rise. Utter destruction–that was the only way to describe this place, this once great city.

“The Alpha of Breles is dead,” Henry said as he eased me down onto a piece of rubble shaped like a chair. The rebar grazed my back as I shifted my weight, wincing as my skin pulled around the thick sutures covering my body. I’d be scarred from this, forever, in a lot of different ways. I wondered, as I met Henry’s eye, if I would ever be the same again… if anyone would after what we’d all witnessed.

I nodded in response to Henry’s announcement. I didn’t really care. Lots of Alphas had fought alongside their warriors. It was likely the Alpha of Breles wasn’t the only leader sharing a grave with the fallen.

“There was one final push before the portal fell,” Henry said, settling down next to me with a groan. He extended his legs in front of him, his ankles crossed and his hands folded in his lap. “The Death Walkers were pushed out of Breles shortly after Lena and Oliver crossed over, but they ripped the city to shreds in the process. It was a bloody battle… so much death, on both sides. Hope looked as though it was lost until… well, Lena’s aunt, the Luna of Poldesse? She came storming to the frontlines with a small force behind her and fought alongside her husband until dawn. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“Maeve?” I said, a vision of her decked out in armor and wielding a sword and shield came to mind. I imagined her running into battle, flanked by warriors in their wolf forms as she tore through the lines of vampires trying to take back the city.

“Yes, that one. The battle took place until the early hours of the morning. Everyone able to stand or shift and fight was out on the front lines. Every vampire that had taken refuge in the rubble was out hunting, and soon the streets were filled with blood and gore and… Xander, I didn’t think our kind would win this war. Not until….” He paused, swallowing hard as he gathered his thoughts.

“The sky split in two just before dawn, a great, but silent, explosion. It sent a wave of light across Breles, illuminating even the darkest recesses of the city. The Death Walkers turned to ash, and the battle just… ended, just like that.” He snapped his fingers.

I pursed my lips, fighting against the pain throbbing through my body as I listened to his words.

“Why?”

“Why what? Why the spray of light? Why did the vampires turn to ash?”

“Both,” I said flatly.

Henry shrugged, tapping his fingers on his thigh. “There has been talk from the refugee camp in Crimson Creek about the significance of the moment. All lower vampires, you know, none of them died like the Death Walkers. They say it’s because the Death Walkers were made by the king, or his kind, other High Vampire gods, and the like. The king died; he must have, and those connected to him just… poof!” Henry waved a hand in the air.

his lip, looking me up and down without answering.

breathed. “Every night I watched wave after wave of lower vampires leave their underground kingdoms. I could see it all from my perch on the mountain. I followed their trail during the daytime, and then followed a group of them through the portal one day. It was just after you and Oliver torched the clearing outside of the portal, actually. Everyone

of Brune?” I asked, an uneasy feeling

“Who?”

“The King–”

mean Zeke? Tall, kind

not the king of Brune,” I

when his father tried to sell out his kingdom to the Vampire King. He’s somewhere in the

split into pieces, I remembered, giving one

on my brow heating my skin and making me nauseous. I blinked, eyes watering. I could feel Henry’s gaze on the

a healer tent. I went to the healer tent two days ago, shortly after you arrived. They wouldn’t let me in, but I overheard what was being said. You were flayed open, Xander. You barely had a drop of blood left in you. The

I whispered, unsure if my words were even

“Yes, I heard.”

Prince Oliver has said anything about what happened? I need to know. I need to

Henry interrupted, his voice laced with sadness.

it. He

“That realm is gone.”

ripped through my heart. I already knew that was the truth. I should have been able to feel Lena, even with her mark removed from my body. I should have been able to tug on that thread that tied us together to seek

have felt

was just… gone. And I had no reason to believe she waa ever coming back, not

voice cracked on the words. I felt Henry’s hand flatten on

“I’m sorry–”

seethed, sudden fury numbing the

to stop them,” Henry whispered. “I begged them

“Xander?”

black hair caught in the afternoon sun as a young woman carrying a basket jogged over to me, pausing to let a

her breath as she choked on a sob. Henry rose to his feet and walked over

from becoming a hybrid. It was the same deal that Henry had made that

if Bethany remembered everything now that the king, and all