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The Day He Forgot He Hated Me by Evangeline Marrow 92

The Day He Forgot He Hated Me by Evangeline Marrow 92

The Day He Forgot He Hated Me by Evangeline Marrow 92 Summary

The chapter opens with the narrator awakening in a peaceful forest, feeling a sense of safety and normalcy after a harrowing ordeal. She finds Gage and others nearby, relieved to see Gage alive and conscious despite his trembling body. They recognize that the shadow realm’s guardian has left behind a powerful bond within Gage, linked to their bloodline, which is both a potential danger and a source of strength if they learn to control it.

 

Returning to the packhouse, the group gathers to prepare for the challenges ahead. Arlo reveals that the Codex only partially explains the bond’s power, emphasizing the need for personal practice and trust. The narrator and Gage begin rigorous training to manage the bond, guided by Arlo’s protective runes and Asher’s steady presence. Despite initial fears and doubts, they work together, gradually mastering the flow of energy between them and deepening their connection.

 

Throughout the training, the emotional bond between the narrator and Gage strengthens, marked by mutual trust and support. Gage acknowledges the danger the guardian posed and expresses his determination to control the power for the sake of the pack and the narrator. Asher remains vigilant but allows the two to grow closer, symbolizing a balance of protection and independence.

 

By the chapter’s end, Gage achieves a breakthrough, gaining true control over the bond’s energy and freeing himself from the guardian’s influence. Though aware that future trials await, the group feels a renewed sense of hope and readiness. The chapter closes on a note of unity and strength, with the narrator, Gage, Asher, and Arlo prepared to face whatever secrets and challenges the bloodline and the shadow realm still hold.

 

The Day He Forgot He Hated Me by Evangeline Marrow 92 Summary

 

The chapter opens with the narrator awakening in a peaceful forest, feeling a sense of safety and normalcy after a harrowing ordeal. She finds Gage and others nearby, relieved to see Gage alive and conscious despite his trembling body. They recognize that the shadow realm’s guardian has left behind a powerful bond within Gage, linked to their bloodline, which is both a potential danger and a source of strength if they learn to control it.

 

Returning to the packhouse, the group gathers to prepare for the challenges ahead. Arlo reveals that the Codex only partially explains the bond’s power, emphasizing the need for personal practice and trust. The narrator and Gage begin rigorous training to manage the bond, guided by Arlo’s protective runes and Asher’s steady presence. Despite initial fears and doubts, they work together, gradually mastering the flow of energy between them and deepening their connection.

 

Throughout the training, the emotional bond between the narrator and Gage strengthens, marked by mutual trust and support. Gage acknowledges the danger the guardian posed and expresses his determination to control the power for the sake of the pack and the narrator. Asher remains vigilant but allows the two to grow closer, symbolizing a balance of protection and independence.

 

By the chapter’s end, Gage achieves a breakthrough, gaining true control over the bond’s energy and freeing himself from the guardian’s influence. Though aware that future trials await, the group feels a renewed sense of hope and readiness. The chapter closes on a note of unity and strength, with the narrator, Gage, Asher, and Arlo prepared to face whatever secrets and challenges the bloodline and the shadow realm still hold.

CHAPTER 92

The very first thing that greeted me when I slowly opened my eyes was the crispness of the air around me.

It was chilly, yes, but unlike the oppressive, biting cold of the shadow realm, this felt lighter, almost inviting. Golden sunlight streamed softly through the canopy of leaves overhead, casting long, intricate shadows that danced gently on the forest floor. From somewhere above, birds chirped melodiously, their songs weaving a peaceful soundtrack to the moment. It felt… ordinary. Safe. Something I hadn’t felt in a long time.

I blinked a few times to clear the lingering haze and realized I was lying on a soft patch of moss. Beside me, Asher rested quietly, his presence steady and reassuring. Across the tree, I spotted Gage and Arlo. Gage’s chest rose and fell with a steady rhythm—warm, alive. I had braced myself for the worst, expecting him to be too weak to move or perhaps worse, but here he was. Real. Present.

A shaky breath escaped me. “Gage… you’re okay.”

He turned his head slowly toward me, a faint smile tugging at his lips, though his body still trembled slightly. “I… I am. Thanks to you.”

Helping him sit up, I felt an urgent need to get us moving. “We have to get back to the packhouse. We need supplies and answers. The shadow realm isn’t finished with us yet. There’s more to face.”

He gave a slow, deliberate nod. “I feel it too. The guardian may have lost control, but it left something behind. Something inside me.”

My hand instinctively went to his chest, where my mark glowed softly in response. “The bond. It’s stronger now. That’s the bloodline reacting. It’s not dangerous—if we learn to control it. But if we ignore it… it could become.”

Gage’s golden eyes locked onto mine with determination. “Then we start learning. Right now.”

Our trek back through the forest was quiet at first. We moved cautiously, attuned to the gentle rustling of leaves and the whispering wind. The bond between us was still there, subtle but undeniable—like a slender thread connecting our hearts, steady and reassuring.

At the edge of the territory, Dennis and Petra stood waiting, their expressions tense and alert. It dawned on me that they must have searched all night for us.

Petra’s eyes softened when she saw us alive. “You’re both alive. Thank the pack goddess.” I stepped forward, brushing past Dennis with urgency. “We’re alive, but this isn’t over. The guardian left something behind. We have to prepare.”

Arlo’s pale face was set with resolve. “I’ve been studying the Codex. There’s more it hasn’t revealed yet. Secrets we need to understand before the next challenge arrives.”

Gage frowned slightly. “The Codex… will it help us control the bond?”

Arlo shook his head. “Only partially. The bond is stronger because the guardian tried to merge you both with the bloodline’s power. But the rest—you have to learn on your own. You need to practice, test it, push its limits.”

I swallowed the knot of fear tightening in my throat. “We don’t have time to wait. We need to start now.”

Back at the packhouse, after a quick shower and some food, we headed straight to the training room. The air smelled of aged wood, earth, and faint traces of dried herbs. Weapons hung on the walls—some cracked and worn from battles past. Asher cleared a space while Arlo muttered to himself, drawing runes and markings carefully on the floor.

“These runes will help focus the bond,” Arlo explained. “The guardian left its energy behind. These symbols act as anchors, helping you control it instead of letting it control you.”

Gage looked uneasy. “I… I don’t know if I can do this. I almost lost myself back there. What if it happens again?”

I stepped closer, reaching out to hold his hands gently. “Then we face it together. I won’t leave your side. You’re stronger than you realize, Gage. I’ve always seen that strength in you.”

He managed a faint, shaky smile. “Thanks… I trust you.”

Asher stayed close, just behind me, his presence solid and warm. Even though he was fiercely protective, I sensed he was letting me take the lead with Gage. His sharp eyes never left us, always alert, always ready. “We start simple,” he said firmly. “Focus on the bond. Feel each other. Let the energy flow, but don’t let it take control.”

I nodded, drawing in a deep breath. “Okay. Let’s do this.”

Arlo had cleared the center of the training room and arranged his runes meticulously. “These will guide the bond,” he said. “They anchor the energy, making it easier to manage.”

We stood facing each other, our hands nearly touching. My mark pulsed warmly, sending out steady waves toward him. Gage’s mark shimmered faintly gold, trembling but holding firm.

“Good,” Arlo encouraged. “Now, let it flow. Don’t resist it. Let the bond move naturally, but stay strong. Control it—don’t let it control you.”

I focused on my heartbeat, on the invisible thread connecting us. Gage mirrored my efforts, trying to steady his own energy. At first, the flow was barely noticeable, a flicker at the edge of awareness. But gradually, warmth spread from my chest into his, steady and sure, like a gentle current.

“Do you feel it?” I whispered.

He closed his eyes. “Yeah… it’s calm. Different from before.”

“Good,” I said softly. “Hold onto that. Don’t panic. Don’t force it. Let it guide you.”

For hours, we practiced—pushing and pulling the energy, moving it through objects, honing our control. Flickers of shadows from the temple haunted my mind, reminders of how close I’d come to losing him. But Asher remained a constant pillar behind me, steady and strong, a shield against doubt and fear. Every so often, he placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder, grounding me when the weight felt too much.

“Almost there,” Arlo said at last, exhaustion evident but his voice steady. “The bond is responding. But control isn’t enough. You two need harmony. Complete trust.”

Gage opened his eyes and looked at me. The unspoken message was clear: I trust you. More than anyone ever before. I know I can count on you.

A warmth bloomed inside me at his words. I glanced at Asher, who gave a small nod—proud and protective, yet willing to let me share this moment with Gage. “I trust you too,” I whispered. “And we’ll make this work. I promise.”

That night, we sat outside by the fire. The cool air wrapped around us, while the flames cast flickering shadows that danced across our faces. Silence settled between us, comfortable and deep. Asher and I kept our hands close, almost touching.

“I never realized…” Gage said quietly, eyes fixed on the firelight. “The guardian… how dangerous it really was. I thought I could fight it alone. But I couldn’t. You… you pulled me back.”

“No,” I corrected gently. “You pulled yourself back. I just reminded you who you are. You never stopped fighting.”

He nodded slowly, still watching the flames. “I want to control this power. Not just for me, but for all of us. For the pack. For you.”

“You will,” I promised. “It takes time, but we’ll do it together. No more fear. No more letting it control you.”

Asher wrapped his arms around me protectively. “The guardian isn’t gone. This bond is strong, but it’s a warning. We have to be ready for what comes next.”

I nodded firmly. “We will be. We have to be.”

The following days blurred into training sessions. Asher stayed close, ready to step in if either Gage or I lost control but mostly letting us learn through experience. Arlo worked alongside us, explaining the Codex, revealing what it said about the bloodline and the bond.

Gage and I practiced sending energy through one another without being overwhelmed. The bond grew stronger, steadier, more responsive with each passing day.

One evening, I watched him alone beneath the moonlight. His golden eyes glowed softly as he focused, shaping the power that had nearly consumed him. The bond’s pull was steady, calm. Asher leaned quietly against the wall behind me, alert and watchful, his gaze never wavering from us.

“You’re doing amazing,” I whispered.

Gage looked up, a faint smile gracing his lips.

Then came the moment I had been waiting for. I stepped closer to him, Asher just a foot behind me.

“Gage,” I said, taking his hands in mine, “close your eyes. Let the bond flow. Don’t think about control or fear. Just feel it. Let us work together.”

He inhaled deeply and closed his eyes. I felt his energy reach out through the bond—strong, calm, fully under his command. Shadows from the temple flickered in my mind, but they couldn’t touch him. He was free.

“Yes,” I breathed. “You’ve got it. You’re doing it.”

His eyes opened—golden, bright, steady. “I… I’m free. It’s mine. I can control it.”

Tears stung my eyes. “I always knew you could.”

Arlo and Asher stepped closer. Asher’s voice was steady, protective but proud. “That’s real control. You’ve come a long way. But remember, this power is part of the bloodline. It will test you again.”

Gage nodded. “I’ll be ready. We’ll be ready.”

I pressed my hand to his chest, feeling the bond’s energy hum warmly between us—steady, alive, stronger than the fear that nearly tore him away.

Still, I knew we couldn’t rest yet. The bloodline held more secrets. The guardian might be silent, but its shadow lingered. Whatever came next would be even harder.

Yet hope filled me.

Because Gage was free.

Because we had each other.

Because, with Asher protecting us and Arlo guiding us, we were finally prepared to face whatever the bloodline had in store.

The Day He Forgot He Hated Me by Evangeline Marrow

The Day He Forgot He Hated Me by Evangeline Marrow

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Status: Ongoing Type: , Author: Artist: Released: 5/25/2024 Native Language: English
Author Name: (Evangeline Marrow)
A passionate storyteller who loves weaving emotional, character-driven paranormal romances. Specializing in strong heroines who rise through pain and adversity, and complicated love stories that challenge fate. Their writing blends intense emotion, deep character growth, and addictive supernatural elements that keep readers hooked page after page.

SUMMARY (~1000 Words in English)

Trinity was born into a werewolf pack where things seem perfect on the outside—strong leadership, pack unity, and loyalty. But Trinity knows better than anyone that the image doesn’t match reality. In this pack, if your family is respected and the Alpha favors you, life is comfortable. But some people learn how to manipulate, to hide their cruelty behind obedience, and Trinity’s own family happens to be experts at that.

After graduating high school, Trinity receives a full scholarship to a nearby college that accepts both humans and werewolves. For most wolves, that is a dream opportunity. But her parents refuse to let her leave the pack territory. They tell her she must remain at home, and Trinity has learned never to question their decisions. Disobedience is met with consequences—painful consequences.

She turned eighteen a few months ago, which technically makes her a legal adult allowed to live her life how she chooses. But Trinity knows her parents would involve the Alpha to block her from leaving, and she has no choice but to stay. The only thing she has independence in is her part-time job as a tutor at the local high school. She genuinely enjoys helping struggling kids—especially werewolf children who often have trouble focusing. The job pays, it gives her purpose, and it’s the one part of her life she feels proud of.

Trinity’s two closest friends are Gage and Arlo, twin brothers who happen to be the younger sons of the Alpha and Luna. She grew up with them, laughed with them, survived with them. They are her safe place—her reminder that not everyone in this pack is cruel. To everyone else, their friendship seems unusual: pack princes spending all their time with a girl outside the Alpha’s family line. People assume the relationship must be romantic. But the bond between Trinity, Gage, and Arlo is deeper than romance—they are family by choice.

One afternoon, after Trinity finishes tutoring, she meets the twins and they go out together like they always do—joking, teasing, and laughing at a local diner. The twins mention that they don’t want to be home tomorrow because someone important is returning. That person is Asher, their older brother—the future Alpha.

The moment Trinity hears his name, panic strikes her. Her heart races, her breathing tightens, but she hides it expertly. Asher’s return is something she has been dreading. There is a painful history between them—one that changed both their lives forever. Trinity knows Asher wouldn’t want to see her either, but she still fears what will happen when their paths cross again. His return means her carefully built emotional walls may crumble.

After spending the afternoon with the twins, Trinity returns home. But home isn’t safety. Home is punishment.

Her family is waiting.

Her father, mother, and older brother Spencer stand like judges preparing for a sentence Trinity has already memorized. She tries to turn away, but she knows resistance only makes things worse. They force her into the basement—the same basement where they punish her for something that happened years ago. Something they believe is entirely Trinity’s fault. Something she still insists was an accident.

They chain her arms overhead with silver restraints, burning her skin. Her mother selects a leather whip soaked in wolfsbane—ensuring that wounds heal slowly and painfully. The whip cracks across Trinity’s skin again and again. Blood forms. Pain radiates. But Trinity doesn’t scream. She refuses to give them the satisfaction.

When her mother grows tired, her brother Spencer steps forward wearing brass knuckles. He strikes her stomach repeatedly, anger controlling his fists. When he accidentally hits her face, their father lightly scolds him—not because of the pain inflicted, but because bruises on her face would raise suspicion at school.

Their cruelty is routine. Their words cut as sharply as the whip—accusing her of destroying their family, of being a burden, of being unwanted. Trinity has heard it all before. She has learned to respond not with tears, but with silence and defiance.

When they finally release her, Trinity cleans and dresses herself alone. Her body aches, her ribs feel possibly broken, burns mark her wrists, and bruises stain her skin. But she moves quietly through the world the next day—smiling when needed, talking to people, blending in. She has done it hundreds of times.

But the one thing she cannot ignore is the voice that wakes her through a mind link the next morning.

Asher.

His voice is steady, familiar, and filled with emotion she doesn’t want to face. Trinity shuts him out. Even her wolf, Lily, urges her to speak to him, arguing that Trinity hurt him too. But Trinity insists she did it for his sake. She had reasons—reasons no one knows.

After her long day at college, Trinity stops at a diner before returning home. There, two girls from high school—Ingrid and Rose—approach her. They always believed she was the reason the twins never paid attention to them. Jealousy taints their words. Trinity stays calm but firm. There’s nothing romantic between her and the twins—but if they used her name as an excuse to avoid shallow relationships, that’s not Trinity’s fault.

Trinity leaves the conversation with the same quiet strength she practices every day.

She survives.

Even when it hurts.

Even when she’s alone.

But Asher is back now.

And the past she tried to bury is coming with him.

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