The Day He Forgot He Hated Me by Evangeline Marrow 105 Summary
In the days following a tense confrontation, the pack undergoes intense training under Arlo’s guidance, focusing on physical endurance and mastering their energy control. Trinity and Asher train closely together, their strong bond allowing them to synchronize their powers effectively. Amidst the pressure, they find brief moments of peace by a nearby lake, sharing quiet companionship that offers a rare respite from the growing tension.
However, tranquility is short-lived when Dennis calls Trinity for a private conversation. They confront the lingering resentment and mistrust between them, rooted in Dennis’s past secrecy about Trinity’s parents and Amy. Dennis admits his mistakes and expresses a desire to rebuild trust, but Trinity remains guarded, acknowledging her anger and the difficulty of forgiveness. Their exchange reveals the emotional complexity of their relationship and the heavy burden of past secrets.
Meanwhile, Arlo continues to investigate the shadow realm, discovering it is a living, shifting place that reacts to their presence. The pack faces ominous signs, including a fleeting black smoke during training and a sense that the realm is watching them closely. As the storm gathers outside, the pack prepares for the challenges ahead, aware that whatever lies beyond the shadow realm is growing more curious and dangerous.
In the quiet aftermath of the day’s events, Trinity and Asher share a moment of vulnerability, acknowledging the difficulties they face and the importance of their bond amidst uncertainty. Their connection provides comfort, even as the world around them becomes increasingly unstable. The chapter ends with a chilling warning: the shadow realm’s portal begins to open on its own, signaling that the impending threat is close at hand.
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CHAPTER 105
The following days slipped by in a whirlwind of relentless training, long, sleepless nights, and an undercurrent of quiet unease. Ever since our confrontation at the ridge, the entire pack felt the atmosphere shift. The shadows had temporarily retreated, but the silence that settled wasn’t peaceful—it was like the calm before a brewing storm, heavy with anticipation and dread.
Each morning began the same way. Before dawn, Arlo would meet us on the training grounds, the air cool and thick with mist. We pushed ourselves through exhausting drills until our muscles screamed in protest, then shifted our focus to mastering the control of our energy.
Most of the time, Asher and I trained side by side. Our connection made synchronizing our movements feel almost effortless, allowing us to channel our powers more swiftly and smoothly. I could sense his energy flowing through me like a steady, warm current—calm, grounding, and reassuring.
Sometimes, away from the rest of the pack, we would steal quiet moments beside the lake that lay just beyond the training fields. The water was still, reflecting the sunlight in shimmering silver hues, offering a brief respite from the tension that clung to everything else.
One afternoon, after Arlo unexpectedly cut our session short, Asher and I found ourselves sitting by the water’s edge. I rested my head against his shoulder, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath me.
“You’re getting stronger,” he murmured, his thumb gently tracing the back of my hand.
I smiled softly. “So are you. That energy wave move you pulled off nearly knocked me off my feet.”
He chuckled. “That was kind of the idea.”
We sat there in companionable silence, watching the gentle ripples spread across the lake’s surface. For the first time in days, a rare sense of peace washed over me.
But peace was fleeting these days.
Less than an hour later, Dennis found me. He stood at the edge of the clearing, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. “Trinity,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “I need to speak with you. Alone.”
Asher’s concern flickered through our bond, his gaze searching mine. I squeezed his hand reassuringly. “I’ll be fine. Go on.”
Dennis led me back to the packhouse, guiding me into his office. The room was quiet, filled with the scent of old books and cedarwood. Neatly stacked papers sat atop the desk, while sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting thin stripes of light across the floor.
He took his seat behind the desk and gestured toward the chair opposite him. I remained standing, crossing my arms instead.
He exhaled heavily. “You’re still angry with me.”
I met his gaze steadily. “You kept too many secrets, Dennis. About my parents. About Amy. You don’t get to act surprised.”
He leaned back, exhaustion shadowing his eyes. “I did what I thought was best. You weren’t ready to know who they truly were—or what they were capable of.”
My voice was quiet but sharp. “I had a right to know. You said you were protecting me, but it was just self-protection. You didn’t want me to see how bad it really was.”
He didn’t argue. For once, Dennis didn’t try to steer the conversation. Instead, he looked at me with a flicker of guilt in his eyes. “You’re right,” he admitted. “I thought if I kept it buried, it would stay that way. But secrets never stay hidden forever, do they?”
I shook my head slowly. “No. They fester until they explode. And now, your sons and I are paying the price.”
He rubbed his forehead, releasing a long, weary breath. “I never wanted you caught up in this. You’ve already endured too much.”
I frowned. “You think I don’t know that? I’m trying to manage it, Dennis. Trying to stay calm, to train, to be useful. But you can’t expect me to trust you overnight—not after everything.”
“I’m not asking for that,” he said quietly. “I just needed to hear it from you—that you still don’t trust me—so I can begin to make things right.”
His voice held an honesty I hadn’t heard in a long time. For the first time, I believed he truly meant it.
“I don’t hate you,” I said slowly. “But forgiveness… that’s something I can’t give yet. Maybe someday. But not now.”
Dennis nodded in understanding. “Fair enough.”
Silence filled the room for a moment before he added softly, “You’ve grown stronger than I ever imagined, Trinity. You’ve made the bond your own—not just something inherited from your parents, but something you’ve built yourself.”
I had no words to respond, unsure how to reply.
After a pause, I turned toward the door. “I’ll be at training if you need me.”
He didn’t stop me.
Outside, the packhouse buzzed with renewed energy. Warriors paired off, their punches and growls echoing across the yard. Arlo stood near the edge of the field, arranging a circle of stones on the ground. His brow was furrowed, eyes fixed intently on the earth beneath him.
I approached him. “Any progress?”
He sighed. “Some. I’ve been trying to trace the pathways connecting to the shadow realm. But the realm itself… it’s alive. It shifts and changes whenever we get close.”
Asher joined us, offering two bottles of water. “Have you been able to open it at all?”
“Maybe,” Arlo replied. “But if I do, it won’t stay open for long. We’d only have minutes to pass through.”
“That’s enough,” I said firmly. “We just need a way in. Once inside, we’ll figure out the rest.”
Arlo gave me a wary look. “You sound too calm about this.”
I managed a faint smile. “I’ve faced worse than the shadows of my parents. I can handle it.”
He didn’t argue, but doubt flickered in his eyes.
We spent the remainder of the afternoon focusing on the fundamentals—controlling the bond’s energy and learning to balance it when combining our powers. It was more difficult than before. Each time our energy flared too brightly, I felt a tug from the other side—a dark echo that didn’t belong to us.
At first, I thought it was just my imagination. But then Arlo noticed it too.
During one session, as we concentrated on forming a protective shield, a wisp of black smoke flickered inside the circle. It vanished almost immediately, leaving behind a faint chill in the air.
Arlo froze. “Did you see that?”
Gage nodded. “Yeah. What was it?”
Arlo frowned. “A connection. The realm is watching us, testing the bond’s edges.”
Asher stepped closer to me, his voice low. “You mean… Trinity’s parents?”
Arlo hesitated before answering. “Maybe. Or something worse. But they know we’re coming.”
The wind shifted suddenly, carrying the scent of rain and distant thunder. Dark clouds gathered over the packhouse once again, mirroring the night of our last battle.
Arlo stepped back and called an end to the session. “That’s enough for today. I need to reinforce the wards before nightfall. Whatever’s on the other side is growing curious.”
Everyone nodded and began packing up.
That evening, the packhouse was quieter than usual. Most stayed indoors, avoiding the storm that rolled in after sunset. Lightning flashed intermittently outside the windows, briefly illuminating the hallways.
Asher and I sat in the common room with a few others, attempting to relax. Gage was silent, lost in his own thoughts. I could tell he still blamed himself for Lilly’s betrayal, despite our repeated reassurances that it wasn’t his fault.
As the thunder grew louder, people gradually retreated to their rooms, leaving only Asher and me behind.
He glanced at me, the firelight reflecting in his silver eyes. “You handled Dennis well today.”
I shrugged. “I just told him the truth.”
“That’s more than most can manage,” he said gently. “You don’t let anger control you. You’re stronger than you realize.”
I gave a faint smile. “Maybe. But I still don’t trust him. Or anyone, really. Except you.”
His fingers brushed softly down my cheek. “You don’t have to. Trust takes time. You’ve been through enough already.”
I leaned into his touch, the warmth of our bond soothing me. “I just want things to be normal for once.”
He laughed softly. “Normal doesn’t exist for us anymore.”
“Yeah,” I whispered. “I know.”
For a brief moment, the world felt still. The fire crackled quietly, the storm rumbled distantly, and I felt safe—if only for a little while.
Then Arlo’s voice rang out from the hallway. “Trinity! Asher! Come here—now!”
We stood quickly and hurried toward him. He stood before the training room door, his face pale.
“What is it?” I asked, heart pounding.
He pointed to the floor. The runes he had drawn earlier glowed again, though no one had touched them.
“The shadow realm,” Arlo whispered. “It’s opening on its own.”
Conclusion
The chapter closes on a note of fragile resilience amid looming uncertainty. Trinity’s journey through anger, mistrust, and the heavy burden of secrets reveals her growing strength and determination to face the shadows of her past and the dangers ahead. The delicate moments shared with Asher offer a tender contrast to the tension, grounding her in a bond that feels like the only constant in a world that is anything but normal.
Yet, the encroaching threat of the shadow realm’s unpredictable power reminds us that peace is temporary, and the battle is far from over. The pack’s collective efforts to prepare and protect underscore the themes of unity and courage in the face of darkness. As the storm gathers outside and within, Trinity’s resolve shines through—ready to confront whatever comes, even if trust remains a fragile, distant hope.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
Tension thickens as the shadow realm begins to stir on its own, hinting at forces beyond control and understanding. Trinity and Asher find themselves on the brink of a new challenge, where the boundaries between their world and the unknown blur unpredictably. The fragile peace they’ve momentarily found is threatened, and the weight of past secrets continues to cast long shadows over their every move.
Emotions run deep as trust remains a fragile thread between Trinity and those around her, especially Dennis, whose attempts at reconciliation may not be enough to bridge the growing divide. Meanwhile, the pack faces an ominous test, with Arlo’s warnings underscoring the danger lurking just beyond their reach. As the storm gathers outside, the next chapter promises to delve into the heart of these mysteries, pushing the characters to confront both external threats and inner turmoil in ways that will change them forever.
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