The Day He Forgot He Hated Me by Evangeline Marrow 76 Summary
Trinity experiences intense agony as a mysterious mark beneath her skin ignites, causing her body to burn with a powerful, ancient energy. Asher rushes to her side, desperate to keep her grounded, while others like Dennis and Gage recognize that the mark is awakening something deep within her. Trinity’s internal wolf struggles violently as the mark’s power surges, filling the room with oppressive heat and glowing light, signaling a dangerous transformation.
The earth beneath them cracks open with a surge of dark energy, and shadows rise from the fissure, whispering cryptic messages about bloodlines and destiny. Trinity is overwhelmed as the mark sears deeper into her soul, and she is transported to a surreal, ash-covered plain under a blinding silver moon. There, massive wolves with glowing eyes encircle her, declaring her the heir and warning that others will come for her. The largest wolf, bearing the same mark, commands her to wake up as the vision abruptly ends.
Back in her body, Trinity gasps for breath, surrounded by worried companions. Though the immediate danger seems to have passed, the mark still glows faintly, and she senses a profound change within herself. Her senses sharpen, and her voice takes on a deeper, stronger tone. When she confronts Dennis, suspecting he has known the truth about her identity all along, he remains silent. Gage quietly reveals that Trinity is no longer just a wolf, hinting at a new, more powerful existence.
The chapter closes with an eerie silence broken by a haunting howl from the distant woods, signaling that Trinity’s transformation and the challenges ahead are far from over. The tension between her newfound power, her companions, and the mysterious forces watching her grows stronger, setting the stage for what is to come.
CHAPTER 76
The agony surged through me like a wildfire burning beneath my skin. Every nerve ending felt aflame, each breath caught painfully midway in my throat. Desperately, I clawed at the earth beneath me, seeking something solid to hold onto, but my fingers only scraped uselessly against the cold dirt. My heart pounded wildly in my chest, hammering faster and faster until it felt as if it might shatter my ribs.
“Asher—” I gasped, the name breaking from my lips in a cracked, fragile whisper.
Suddenly, heavy footsteps thundered behind me, and before I could fully register the door bursting open, Asher’s familiar scent enveloped me—warm and sharp, like the forest just before a storm breaks. He dropped swiftly to his knees beside me, his hands gripping my shoulders firmly.
“Trinity!” His voice was rough with panic. “Stay with me. Look at me!”
I tried to focus, but my vision blurred and the world tilted sideways, dark shadows swirling at the edges of my sight. The mark beneath my skin flared hotter, spreading like molten veins coursing outward. I felt it creeping up my throat, snaking down my arms, wrapping tightly around my heart.
Something deep inside me shifted, unsettling and raw.
“Don’t touch her!” Dennis’s voice sliced through the night like a blade.
But Asher ignored the warning, holding me tighter. “She’s burning up! What’s happening to her?”
Gage’s voice trembled with fear. “It’s the mark. It’s… awakening.”
Awakening. The word echoed relentlessly in my mind.
Inside me, my wolf writhed and snarled, not at Asher or the others, but at me—at the prison of my own body. Every heartbeat fanned the flames, tightening my muscles until they screamed. My hands twitched uncontrollably, tears stinging my eyes—not from pain exactly, but from the overwhelming surge of something ancient and terrible stirring within.
The ground beneath me began to vibrate, faint at first, then growing stronger, as if something deep underground was shifting. The air grew heavy, pressing down on my lungs until I struggled to breathe.
A sharp cry tore from my throat, half scream, half growl, as raw power surged through me. The glow beneath my skin spread to my palms; weakly, I raised my hands and saw the lines of the Eye blazing through my flesh like liquid fire. The light pulsed in time with my heartbeat, filling the room with an oppressive heat that made the walls seem to sweat.
From inside, my wolf roared—a sound I couldn’t control, rattling the very air around us. Shadows twisted at the corners of my vision, flickering unnaturally, as if the darkness itself recoiled from the mark.
Something whispered in the depths of my mind—an echo of ancient bloodlines, names I didn’t know, promises made long before I was born.
Asher’s hands remained on me, anchoring me, but his grip trembled. “Trinity… fight it. You’re stronger than this.”
Fight it. I wanted to, I truly did. But the fire inside me wasn’t mine—it belonged to something older, something that had waited patiently beneath my skin for years. And now, it was free.
The mark flared brighter, bathing the room in red light. My scream shattered the silence, and the air around us snapped and hummed. Then, suddenly, I felt it—a pulse, not my own, reaching out through the floor, through the walls, through me. Something was coming.
Something was coming for me.
“I—I can’t—” I choked out, voice trembling.
Asher wrapped his arms around me, but it did nothing to stop the feeling of breaking apart from the inside.
Dennis stepped closer, his face pale but his eyes hard and determined. “Step back, Asher. If she’s tied to that bloodline, you can’t hold her—”
“Like hell I’m leaving her!” Asher growled, his wolf flashing through his voice. “She’s not alone in this!”
Dennis’s Alpha growl rolled over us both, low and commanding. “Move. Now.”
Before Asher could respond, the earth beneath us split open.
It wasn’t a small crack like before—it was a deep, jagged tear, ripping through the ground right where I knelt. A blast of dark heat surged upward, carrying the scent of ash and iron. The mark on my chest flared so brightly it lit the night like a tiny sun.
I screamed.
Light burst from me—searing, wild, unstoppable.
Asher staggered back, shielding his eyes with an arm. Gage swore and stumbled, nearly falling. Arlo hurried his mother away from the door and slammed it shut to protect her. Dennis alone stood still, though even he raised a hand to shield his face.
Through the blinding light, shapes moved—shadows swirling within the glow like living smoke. They rose from the crack in the earth, curling upward, wrapping around me, whispering.
Not words. Not exactly.
But I understood them anyway.
Child of the First Moon.
Blood remembers. Blood calls.
My breath caught in my throat. “Stop,” I whispered, unsure who I was speaking to. “Please, stop—”
The shadows pressed closer, brushing my skin like cold fire. Then suddenly, they slammed into me.
I convulsed, my back arching away from the ground. The mark on my chest burned hotter, deeper, as if being carved directly into my soul. My wolf roared inside me, a sound so loud I thought it had escaped my mouth. When I opened my eyes, I was no longer where I had been.
The night sky was gone.
I stood on a vast plain of black ash beneath a silver moon so bright it hurt to look at. The air was thick with the scent of smoke and old blood, suffocating and heavy. Around me, shapes moved at the edge of my vision—wolves, massive and dark, their eyes glowing molten gold. They circled silently, their paws silent on the ash, watching me. The silence pressed down like a weight heavier than stone.
A voice came from everywhere at once.
No longer a whisper, but a command.
You are the heir.
The wolves stepped closer. Their fur flickered like shadow and flame, as if they were not entirely real. Sparks of fire danced along their backs. The largest among them, taller than a horse, stopped in front of me. Its eyes glowed with the same mark—the Eye of the First Moon—burning bright on its forehead. My stomach lurched, my knees threatening to give out.
I staggered back, clutching my chest. “I—I’m not—”
You are, the voice said softly. And they will come for you.
The giant wolf leaned close, its breath hot against my skin, smelling of smoke and iron.
When it spoke, the voice was no longer inside my head. It was right there, in front of me—low, deep, vibrating through my bones.
“Wake up, child of fire.”
The ground beneath me split open again, jagged cracks stretching like lightning across the ash.
I fell—
—straight back into my own body, gasping as my eyes snapped open.
Asher’s face hovered above mine, pale with terror, his hand gripping my arm as if afraid I might disappear again. Gage crouched nearby, frozen, staring as if he’d seen a ghost. Dennis stood rigid, fists clenched, jaw tight, his eyes unreadable as he scanned the room, as if the danger hadn’t passed. My heart pounded fiercely, the echo of that otherworldly voice burning hot and relentless in my mind.
The mark on my chest still glowed faintly, but the pain was gone. The earth was silent once more. The crack had sealed.
But something inside me had changed.
I could feel it.
I pushed myself up on trembling arms. Asher reached to help, but I pulled away. My heartbeat was steady now. Too steady. My hands no longer shook. I could hear everything—the distant chirp of night insects miles away, the soft rush of water flowing through pipes underground, the rapid stutter of Gage’s heartbeat.
Everything felt sharper. Wilder.
“Trinity,” Asher said softly, voice full of concern. “Talk to me. What happened?”
I lifted my head slowly. The night air was cold, but I felt nothing of it. My eyes locked onto Dennis.
“You knew,” I said. My voice wasn’t my own—it was deeper, stronger. “You’ve known all along.”
Dennis parted his lips, but no words came.
I took a step toward him. The ground beneath my bare feet pulsed faintly, as if recognizing me. “Tell me,” I demanded. “Tell me who I really am.”
He remained silent.
But then Gage whispered, barely audible, so quiet I almost missed it:
“You’re not just a wolf anymore.”
The world fell silent.
Then, far off in the trees, a long, low howl rose—a sound unlike any I had ever heard before.
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
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