The Day He Forgot He Hated Me by Evangeline Marrow 77

The Day He Forgot He Hated Me by Evangeline Marrow 77 Summary

In the midst of a dense forest at night, an eerie, ancient howl pierces the silence, stirring deep instincts within Trinity. Asher immediately positions himself protectively in front of her, while Dennis urges them to move quickly, hinting at an imminent danger. Confused and frightened, Trinity feels a powerful pull from a mark on her chest that responds to the howling, compelling her toward the dark woods despite Asher’s desperate warnings.

At the forest’s edge, Trinity encounters shadowy, wolf-like figures, including a dominant, smoky creature that calls her “Child of Fire” and speaks of awakening a hidden power before others who seek to bind her do. Despite Asher’s attempts to keep her safe, a glowing chasm separates them as Trinity follows the shadow-wolf into a mysterious, otherworldly realm marked by jagged towers and glowing statues. There, a cloaked figure reveals that Trinity is heir to the First Moon and is being hunted by those who fear her potential.

As the scene escalates, shadowy, writhing forms descend from the sky, threatening Trinity with overwhelming force. She struggles to control the fiery power of her mark and the wolf within her, fighting off the encroaching darkness despite exhaustion and fear. A towering figure with molten eyes appears, warning her that power without control leads to destruction and demanding she choose between awakening fully or perishing.

Faced with this impossible choice amid crumbling towers and advancing shadows, Trinity embraces the fire of the mark, surrendering to the power inside her. The story ends on the brink of transformation, with the world exploding into blinding light as Trinity steps into her destiny.

The howl cut sharply through the dense forest, its sound slicing the stillness of the night like a razor. It was a low, unending wail, carrying a weight far older than mere hunger or anger. This was no ordinary call—it was a summons, ancient and powerful.

A shiver ran down my spine, every hair on my arms standing on end. Deep within me, my wolf stilled, alert and listening, waiting for what was to come.

Asher’s head snapped toward the dark woods, his jaw clenched tightly. Without hesitation, he stepped in front of me, arm outstretched, as if his presence alone could shield me from the unknown lurking beyond the trees.

Dennis’s face darkened, his eyes locked on the black treeline beyond the cabin. He didn’t glance at me once. “We have to move. Now,” he said, his voice calm but edged with a dangerous urgency.

I blinked, confused. “Move? Move where? What is that sound?”

Gage’s voice trembled as he murmured, “It’s not supposed to be here. Not yet.” He kept darting glances between me and the forest, as if weighing which of us posed the greater threat.

“Not yet?” Asher snapped sharply. “What does that even mean?”

No one offered an answer.

The howl came again, closer this time, reverberating inside me—not just in my ears but deep down in my bones. My chest constricted painfully. The mark on my skin pulsed faintly, as if responding to the call.

I could feel it—the irresistible tug beneath my skin, the way it beckoned me forward.

Before I realized what I was doing, I stepped toward the edge of the trees.

Asher’s hand shot out, gripping my arm firmly. “Trinity. Don’t.”

“I… I have to,” I whispered, the words feeling foreign and strange on my tongue. My chest burned, the mark flaring softly, and my wolf stirred restlessly within me.

Dennis’s eyes narrowed sharply. “Get inside. Whatever that is—it’s not meant for you to face.”

A shaky laugh escaped me despite the fear knotting my stomach. “It is meant for me.”

The voice came again—not quite mine, but not entirely foreign either.

Asher’s grip tightened, his fear almost tangible. “Trinity, please. Don’t go.”

I turned to look at him. His eyes were filled with something that made my heart ache—a mixture of fear and something softer, something like love. But even that couldn’t drown out the pull coursing through my veins.

“I have to see,” I whispered.

Before anyone could stop me, I slipped free from Asher’s grasp and stepped toward the forest.

The night felt darker than it should have been. The trees loomed like jagged teeth, their branches swaying though no wind stirred. The air was thick with the scent of ash and iron.

At the edge of the clearing, shapes shifted. They were neither wolves nor mere shadows. Their eyes glowed faintly, a burning golden-red.

One figure stepped forward, taller than the rest. Its form flickered like smoke, and its gaze locked onto mine.

The mark on my chest flared brightly.

“Child of Fire,” a deep, resonant voice echoed inside my mind. “The blood remembers.”

Behind me, Asher growled, his wolf rising to the surface. “Stay away from her!”

The shadow-wolf tilted its head—not toward Asher, but toward me. “He cannot keep you,” it said.

A shiver ran through me, but I didn’t step back. “What do you want from me?”

“To awaken what is yours,” it replied. “Before they do.”

“Before who?” I demanded.

Its eyes flicked past me toward the cabin. “Those who buried the truth. Those who would bind you.”

Dennis’s voice cut sharply through the tension. “Get inside, Trinity. Now!”

The wolf’s gaze hardened. “Too late,” it whispered.

The earth trembled beneath my feet. Cracks spread outward from where I stood, glowing with a faint, eerie light.

Asher lunged for me, but the ground split wider, a jagged line of light cutting between us.

The wolf stepped closer, solidifying into a massive creature covered in black fur, its paws scorching the grass beneath it. The mark on its forehead blazed like fire.

“I can show you,” it said. “But you must come now.”

Asher shouted my name behind me.

The mark on my chest pulsed fiercely. The world tilted. Shadows swirled around my ankles, cold and hot at the same time.

I glanced back one last time. Asher’s eyes were wild with desperation, his hand reaching across the glowing chasm. “Trinity! Don’t!”

But something inside me had already made its choice.

The shadow-wolf pressed its nose to the mark on my chest.

Light exploded.

The world dissolved.

I stumbled onto cold stone beneath a blood-red sky. Jagged black towers surrounded me, crumbling and towering, their peaks lost in dark, roiling clouds. The air was thick with the scent of fire and rain, ancient and forgotten.

Ahead, a long staircase ascended to a massive throne carved from obsidian. Along the steps stood wolves—not alive, but statues, their eyes glowing with burning embers.

At the top, a cloaked figure stood motionless, hood drawn low.

“You came,” a layered, deep voice said, like a chorus speaking as one.

I tried to move backward, but my feet refused to obey.

“Where… am I?” I whispered.

“In the place between,” the voice replied. “Where your blood remembers what your mind cannot.”

The figure raised a hand, and the mark on my chest flared hotter, searing like fire against my skin.

“You are heir to the First Moon,” the voice said. “But your time is short. They hunt you even now.”

“Who?” I demanded.

The figure’s hood tilted slightly, revealing eyes like molten silver. “Those who fear what you will become.”

A thunderous sound rolled across the sky. The statues cracked, glowing lines spreading like veins.

“They are already here,” the voice said. “You must choose.”

“Choose what?” My voice trembled.

“To awaken… or to die.”

The ground shook violently. Cracks spiderwebbed across the throne, glowing with the same light as my mark.

I turned to run, but the staircase had vanished. Behind me stretched only empty sky and an endless fall.

The figure stepped closer. “There is no going back.”

I stumbled, clutching my chest. “I don’t understand—”

“You will,” it said. “But only if you survive.”

From the shadows of the towers, a dozen pairs of eyes flared—brighter, closer. Not wolves, not statues, but something else entirely.

The figure’s hand clenched into a fist. “They are here.”

The sky cracked open with a roar of light.

Shapes fell from the clouds—black, jagged, writhing forms moving faster than my eyes could follow.

I stumbled backward, hitting the cold stone floor. My wolf inside me roared in warning, struggling to break free. I fought to hold it down, trembling as I struggled to control the power I had just begun to understand.

The first shadow-shape touched the ground, sending a tremor through the stone. Smoke hissed where it landed. I could feel the mark’s power answering—not just in my chest, but coursing through every limb, every inch of me.

“You are theirs now,” the figure whispered. “And they will show no mercy.”

I dropped to my knees, trying to draw strength from the mark, from the raw power I barely comprehended. The shadow-forms surged closer, faster than I could run, faster than I could think.

Asher’s voice echoed faintly in my mind, though I couldn’t see him. “Trinity! Fight! Fight it!”

I did. Clenching my fists, molten fire erupted from the mark. Light licked the edges of the shadows, burning them back with searing heat, forcing them to screech in pain.

But there were too many.

One reached me, its touch cold and piercing like ice. My wolf snarled, breaking free at last. My body moved on instinct, striking out, tearing at the shadow as flames followed my every movement.

Then another voice joined the first—low, commanding, terrifying.

“You are ours,” it said.

The shadow-forms paused, turning toward the voice. A massive figure emerged from the air, taller than any tower. Its eyes glowed molten gold, its body flickering between smoke and fire.

It approached slowly, each step sending sparks skittering across the stone floor.

Stopping at the foot of the throne, it looked down at me.

“You have power,” it said. “More than we expected. But power without control is destruction.”

I trembled, exhausted and shaking from the battle raging inside me. My chest burned as the mark flashed hotter than ever.

The shadow-forms regrouped behind the figure, circling, closing in.

“You must choose,” the figure repeated. “Awaken fully, or fall here. Forever.”

I swallowed hard, my body trembling as the fire within me surged uncontrollably.

My wolf howled in approval, but I couldn’t tell if it was rage or fear.

Looking up at the towering figure, the looming shadows, and the crumbling towers, I made my decision.

I surrendered to the fire of the mark.

The world burst into blinding light.

And then—

Sara Lili

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.