The Day He Forgot He Hated Me by Evangeline Marrow 162 Summary
In Chapter 162 of “The Day He Forgot He Hated Me,” the atmosphere is tense and filled with an unsettling metallic scent as the characters, particularly Asher and the narrator, sense an impending danger lurking in the forest. Asher’s serious demeanor and the alertness of Gage and Arlo indicate that something significant is amiss. The playful banter among the group swiftly transforms into a shared anxiety as they realize that a large, injured creature is nearby, prompting them to investigate the source of the disturbance.
As they venture into the forest, the narrator feels a mix of determination and fear. The discovery of blood and large paw prints heightens their sense of urgency, leading them deeper into the woods. The group’s bond is palpable as they navigate the dark, quiet environment, each rustle amplifying their anxiety. When they finally encounter a massive, injured wolf, the situation escalates into a confrontation. The wolf, while dangerous, also exudes a sense of desperation that complicates their instincts to protect themselves.
The ensuing struggle to subdue the wolf showcases the characters’ bravery and teamwork. As they manage to control the creature, a fleeting moment of recognition passes between the wolf and the group, hinting at a deeper connection. The narrator feels a surge of responsibility to help the injured animal, indicating a compassionate side amidst the chaos. Their decision to bring the wolf back to the packhouse reflects their commitment to protecting their territory and addressing the larger threat that may be behind the wolf’s injury.
As they care for the wolf, the characters reflect on the implications of its presence in their territory. The conversation reveals their concerns about rogue hunters or other packs, emphasizing the unpredictability of their world. The narrator’s resolve to face whatever challenges lie ahead strengthens the bond within the group, highlighting themes of unity and survival. The chapter closes with a lingering sense of foreboding, as the characters prepare for potential dangers yet to come, underscoring the idea that their fight for safety is far from over.
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**CHAPTER 162**
The air was thick with a metallic scent that clung to my senses, sharp and undeniable. I halted mid-stride, my heart racing as I turned to Asher. His gray eyes were narrowed, a look of alertness etched across his face, muscles taut with tension despite the comforting warmth of the packhouse surrounding us.
“Did you catch that?” I whispered, my voice barely above a murmur.
He nodded, his expression serious. “Yeah. We need to figure this out before anyone starts to panic.”
I pulled the blanket closer around my shoulders, seeking its warmth as I trailed behind him to the window that framed the treeline. The moonlight sliced through the branches, illuminating shadows that danced in a manner that felt distinctly out of place among the familiar silhouettes of the forest.
Gage and Arlo, who had been playfully teasing Emily just moments ago, appeared behind us, the playful banter replaced by a palpable tension. Every instinct within them was on high alert.
“Something’s out there,” Gage muttered, his gaze piercing through the darkness. “And it’s not something small. I can smell it… big, wild. Definitely not human.”
Arlo crouched, his posture mimicking that of a wolf on the hunt, sniffing the air intently. “It’s close. Too close. Whatever it is, it’s bleeding.”
Emily, who had been seated quietly in the armchair, straightened her back, her silence speaking volumes. I could see her hands gripping the edge of the blanket tightly, knuckles white as fear began to creep in.
Asher turned to us, his voice steady and commanding. “We need to investigate. Quietly. Gage, you’re with me. Arlo, stay here and watch over Emily and the packhouse. Trinny, stay close.”
I nodded, determination flooding my veins. “I’m ready.”
We slipped out of the back door, the forest welcoming us with the earthy scent of damp soil and decaying leaves. The metallic tang of blood was more potent here, close to the treeline. My eyes widened as I spotted patches of dark red staining the grass and dirt, glistening ominously in the moonlight.
“What do you think it is?” I asked, my voice low, a whisper that barely penetrated the stillness around us.
Asher shook his head, his brow furrowing in thought. “Could be a rogue animal. A bear, maybe a wolf from another territory… or even a shifter that lost control. It could also be a scavenger that attacked something else.”
Gage grunted in agreement. “Whatever it is, it’s hurt. And it’s still out there.”
We moved with caution, following the trail, relying on our bond to navigate through the darkness, sensing each other’s positions and energies. The forest felt different tonight—quieter, almost as if it was holding its breath. Every rustle of leaves sent my heart racing, and every snap of a twig echoed like a warning bell.
The trail led us to a small clearing a few hundred meters from the packhouse. The moonlight illuminated a haunting scene before us.
A large deer lay motionless on the ground, one side mangled and its chest soaked with dark, congealed blood. Nearby, large and uneven paw prints—perhaps claw marks—were pressed deep into the earth.
“Definitely not human,” Asher whispered, his voice barely more than a breath. “And big.”
I knelt beside the deer, a pang of sorrow washing over me. Even in the wild, death was a brutal affair. Yet what troubled me most were the tracks; they were abnormal, suggesting that something had torn through here with an unimaginable strength.
“Look at the ground,” Gage said, crouching beside us. “It came from over there. Deeper into the forest. That’s where the larger tracks lead.”
I followed his gaze, a shiver running down my spine. “We should report this to the pack. If it’s that big, we can’t handle it alone.”
Asher shook his head, his expression firm. “Not yet. We need to understand what we’re dealing with first. If we go back unprepared, we risk exposing the entire pack.”
I agreed, though my gut churned with unease, warning me that whatever lurked in the shadows might be intelligent and swift.
We pressed on, moving silently, the tracks guiding us deeper into the dark embrace of the forest. The scent of blood intensified, mingling with an earthy, almost chemical odor that felt wrong, unnatural.
“Whatever did this… it’s not normal,” Gage muttered, his voice tense and low.
I felt my senses sharpening, the bond with Asher and Gage humming quietly, each of us attuned to the other’s focus, fear, and anticipation. It was as if a living thread connected us, heightening our awareness, sharpening our instincts.
Suddenly, the underbrush rustled to our left. I froze, and Asher mirrored my stillness. Gage crouched low, muscles coiled like a spring ready to release.
Then, a large figure emerged, moving with a swift grace that belied its size. The moonlight revealed a massive wolf, larger than any I had ever seen, its fur matted with blood, eyes glowing eerily in the dim light. Its breathing was ragged, ears pinned back, and it carried an unmistakable scent of desperation.
I swallowed hard. “It’s injured… but it’s dangerous.”
The wolf’s gaze locked onto us, calculating and wary. Its low growl rumbled through the air, a warning for us to stay back.
Gage stepped forward slightly, raising a hand in a gesture of peace. “We’re not here to hurt you. Just… back away slowly.”
The wolf didn’t budge. Its eyes flicked toward the deer carcass, then back at us, and I sensed a glimmer of intelligence, as if it understood we were not mere predators.
Then, in an instant, it bolted straight toward us.
“Split!” Asher shouted.
Gage and I darted to the sides, but the wolf’s momentum carried it directly toward Asher. He barely sidestepped, shoving the wolf off balance with a powerful hand.
I lunged, grabbing a nearby branch and swinging it with all my might, striking the wolf’s shoulder. It yelped, twisting around to face Gage now.
Gage didn’t hesitate. He tackled the wolf to the ground, rolling with it, trying to pin its massive body. The wolf fought back fiercely, snapping and biting, each strike potent enough to leave bruises.
“Trinny, get ready!” Asher yelled, urgency lacing his tone.
I took a deep breath, my hands moving instinctively. I grabbed the wolf’s head in a careful hold, using my strength to prevent it from biting. It struggled, claws digging into the earth, but I could feel its energy—raw, terrified, and dangerously unpredictable.
Asher and Gage worked in tandem, pressing down to keep the wolf controlled. Slowly, its thrashing subsided, chest heaving with exhaustion. Its eyes flicked between the three of us, and for a fleeting moment, I saw a flicker of recognition, as if it understood we weren’t enemies… not entirely.
“Careful,” Asher cautioned, his hands steady on the wolf’s shoulders. “It’s hurt. That doesn’t mean it’s harmless.”
I nodded, maintaining my grip. “We’re going to have to take it back. Patch it up, figure out what happened.”
Gage let out a long breath, relief mingled with lingering tension. “I thought it was going to tear me in half. Goddess, it’s enormous.”
We managed to guide the wolf back toward the packhouse, relying on our bond to keep our movements fluid and coordinated. The forest felt charged, as if it were holding its breath, and every shadow loomed larger than it should.
When we reached the edge of the clearing near the packhouse, the wolf collapsed, too weak to continue. We lifted it carefully, making sure not to aggravate its injuries.
Asher looked at me, his voice low and serious. “This doesn’t feel random. Something pushed it into our territory.”
I frowned, the implications heavy in the air. “Something? You mean… someone or something out there?”
Gage shook his head, deep in thought. “Could be rogue hunters, another pack, or just a predator displaced by humans. But the size… it’s not normal. I’ve never seen anything like this in the wild.”
We carried the wolf inside, placing it in the small medical area that had been set up for minor injuries. I cleaned its wounds while Asher and Gage fetched water and blankets. Emily watched quietly, her expression a mix of caution and intrigue.
“I didn’t expect this,” she said softly, her eyes wide. “I’ve seen injured animals before, but that… that was something else.”
I nodded, determination settling within me. “We’ll nurse it back to health, but we have to figure out why it came here.”
After finishing bandaging the wolf’s shoulder, I stepped back, feeling a sense of responsibility wash over me. “Whatever it is, we’ll handle it. We’ve survived worse.”
Emily looked at me, curiosity flickering in her gaze. “You always seem… ready for anything.”
I shrugged modestly. “You learn to be when you live in a pack like this. You trust the bond, and you trust the people you rely on. That’s what keeps you alive.”
Asher leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his demeanor contemplative. “And sometimes, you just survive because you have to. Tonight proved that.”
The wolf shifted slightly, letting out a soft whine, and I crouched beside it, running my hand gently over its fur. “Rest now. We’ll figure out the rest tomorrow.”
Outside, the wind picked up again, rustling the leaves and carrying with it that faint metallic scent. A chill crept over my skin, not from the cold, but from the unsettling thought that whatever had caused this… wasn’t finished.
“Looks like the quiet won’t last long,” Asher muttered, glancing toward the treeline.
I nodded, my gaze following his. “No. But whatever comes next, we’re ready.”
And deep within the forest, the night shifted, as if acknowledging the pack’s resolve.
Conclusion
In the aftermath of the harrowing encounter, a sense of unity enveloped us, binding our spirits together in a way that felt almost sacred. As we tended to the wounded wolf, I realized that our collective strength had transformed fear into determination. The shadows of the forest, once ominous and foreboding, now felt like a testament to our resilience. With every bandage I wrapped around the wolf’s injuries, I felt a flicker of hope igniting within me. We were not just a pack; we were a family, ready to face the unknown together. The bond we shared was more than just survival; it was a promise to protect one another, to stand strong against whatever darkness loomed on the horizon.
Yet, beneath the surface of our newfound resolve, an unsettling awareness lingered. The metallic scent that had initially filled the air now served as a reminder of the dangers that still lurked in the shadows. Asher’s words echoed in my mind, a haunting reminder that our fight was far from over. But instead of succumbing to fear, I felt a surge of courage. We would confront whatever threat lay ahead, not just for ourselves, but for the wolf that had become an unexpected ally in our struggle. Together, we would uncover the truth of what had driven it into our territory, and in doing so, we would fortify our pack against the encroaching darkness. The night may not have been quiet, but we were ready to embrace the storm, united in our resolve to protect our home and each other.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
**What to Expect in Next Chapter?**
As the tension mounts in the packhouse, readers can anticipate an exploration of the mysterious forces at play in the forest. The injured wolf is just the beginning; its presence hints at a larger, more sinister threat lurking just beyond the treeline. Asher, Gage, and Trinny will have to grapple with the implications of their encounter, delving into the unknown to uncover the truth behind the wolf’s injuries and the strange scent that lingers in the air. Will they be able to protect their territory and their loved ones, or is something more dangerous lurking in the shadows, waiting to strike?
Moreover, the emotional stakes will rise as Trinny’s bond with the injured wolf deepens, blurring the lines between predator and prey. As they nurse it back to health, Trinny will find herself drawn into a web of instinctual connections that challenge her understanding of loyalty and survival. With the pack’s safety hanging in the balance, expect a riveting mix of action, suspense, and unexpected alliances as they confront the mysteries of the forest and the darkness that threatens to engulf them. The coming chapter promises to be an exhilarating ride, where every decision could mean the difference between life and death.
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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