The Day He Forgot He Hated Me by Evangeline Marrow 131 Summary
In Chapter 131 of “The Day He Forgot He Hated Me,” the tension following a confrontation with Rafe hangs heavily over the packhouse, creating an atmosphere of unease. The characters feel Rafe’s presence even in his absence, as strange occurrences plague the town, suggesting he is watching them from the shadows. Asher takes charge by increasing patrols and training, while the rest of the pack tries to prepare for Rafe’s unpredictable next move. The weight of uncertainty grows, impacting everyone’s nerves as they await his return.
The protagonist finds solace on the porch with Asher, who comforts her as she expresses her anxiety about Rafe’s looming threat. Their conversation reveals Asher’s past encounters with Rafe, highlighting his dangerous nature and the fear he instills in others. As they discuss Rafe’s potential motivations, the protagonist feels a growing dread about Rafe’s interest in her, especially when he hints that the Shadow Lords are watching her closely, deepening her sense of vulnerability.
The tension escalates when Rafe suddenly appears, taunting them and revealing that he has been observing their territory. His playful demeanor masks a sinister intent, and he uses the mention of the Shadow Lords to unsettle them further. Asher’s protective instincts kick in, but Rafe’s confidence and cryptic messages leave them on edge. The chapter culminates in a chase through the woods, but Rafe slips away, leaving behind an unsettling sense of danger.
Later, as the protagonist struggles to sleep, she receives a chilling note pinned to her window, warning her about the dangers ahead and suggesting that Rafe is using her to manipulate Asher. The message implies that Rafe’s games are far from over, and he has only just begun to test their resolve. The chapter closes on a note of foreboding, as the protagonist grapples with the implications of the note, realizing that the threat they face is more complex and dangerous than they initially believed.
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**The Day He Forgot He Hated Me** by Evangeline Marrow
**CHAPTER 131**
In the aftermath of that tense confrontation downtown, the atmosphere surrounding the packhouse was thick with unease.
It was as if the very forest had taken a collective breath, holding it in suspense. Every creak of the old wooden beams, every distant howl that echoed through the night sent shivers down our spines.
Rafe had not made another appearance—not in person, at least. Yet, his presence lingered like a shadow, omnipresent and unsettling. Whispers spread among the townsfolk about odd occurrences: tools mysteriously disappearing, cars mysteriously damaged, and faint, eerie laughter drifting through the night air.
He was communicating with us in a way that felt almost ghostly, without ever stepping foot near our territory.
To counteract the rising tension, Asher had doubled the patrols, a sense of urgency in his every command. Eryx took it upon himself to organize rigorous training shifts, ensuring that everyone was prepared for whatever might come next. Meanwhile, Arlo and Gage threw themselves into their work, poring over monitors in an attempt to track Rafe’s elusive energy signatures. Despite our combined efforts, the uncertainty loomed like a dark cloud, leaving us unable to predict when he might strike again.
By the time the third evening rolled around, the oppressive atmosphere had begun to wear on everyone’s nerves.
I found myself sitting on the back porch steps, gazing into the encroaching darkness as the last rays of sunlight slipped away, swallowed by the trees. The crisp scent of pine mingled with the faint smell of smoke in the cool evening air. It should have been a tranquil moment, but instead, it felt suffocating. My anxiety was a taut string, ready to snap at any moment.
Asher approached quietly, his presence a comforting weight beside me. He settled down on the steps, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. “You’re doing that thing again,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing.
“What thing?” I asked, genuinely puzzled.
“Listening for something that isn’t there yet.”
A faint smile tugged at my lips, though it felt fragile. “Maybe you’re right. But it feels like he’s watching us, Asher. Like he’s lurking just beyond the trees. I can’t quite put it into words.”
He nodded, his gaze fixed on the darkening forest. “You’re probably onto something. Rafe doesn’t just vanish—he lingers. He thrives on keeping us guessing.”
I turned to face him, curiosity piquing within me. “What do we really know about him? You’ve faced him before, haven’t you?”
His jaw tightened, and I could see the memories flash across his face. “Once. It feels like ages ago, back before I returned here. Even then, he was… different. A shifter, but not like us. He toyed with power as if it were a mere game. But then he disappeared after a confrontation with another pack’s enforcers. I thought we were rid of him for good.”
“But we weren’t,” I replied softly, the weight of his words settling heavily between us.
“No,” Asher murmured, the tension evident in his voice. “And the worst part is—he’s stronger now than he ever was.”
We sat in silence, the bond between us humming softly, a protective shield against the encroaching dread. It was a calmness that felt almost like a warning, a gentle reminder of the dangers that lurked outside our little haven.
Then, from deep within the woods, a sudden sharp crack pierced the stillness—a branch snapping underfoot.
Before I could process my own reaction, I was on my feet, scanning the dark silhouette of the trees.
Asher stood beside me, his expression tense, eyes narrowing as he assessed the situation. “Stay close,” he instructed, his voice firm.
We moved cautiously toward the sound, the forest around us now cloaked in darkness, the fading daylight barely brushing the ground. Each rustle of leaves set my heart racing, and the wind carried an array of scents—earthy, woody, and something else entirely… something metallic and sharp.
Then, from the shadows, a voice emerged—calm, almost too familiar.
“You didn’t really think I’d stay away, did you?”
Rafe stepped out from between the trees, his trademark smirk plastered across his face. The dying sunlight glinted off his eyes, giving them an almost ethereal silver hue.
A jolt of energy surged through me, my body tensing instinctively. “What do you want, Rafe?” I demanded, my voice steady despite the turmoil within.
He raised his hands slightly, a gesture of mock surrender. “Relax. I’m not here to fight. I simply wanted to talk.”
“Talk?” Asher’s voice dropped to a low growl, filled with menace. “You lost that privilege the moment you started threatening civilians.”
Rafe tilted his head, a playful glint in his eyes. “Oh, come on. You act like I’ve hurt anyone. I haven’t. I was merely… curious. Getting acquainted with your territory. Your people.”
“Cut the games,” I interjected sharply. “You’re testing us.”
He chuckled, a sound that sent chills down my spine. “Maybe I am. But you must admit—you’re quite intriguing to test.”
Asher took a step forward, his body radiating tension. “Enough.”
Yet Rafe stood his ground, his gaze locked onto mine. “You’ve changed since the last time I saw you. More control. More bite. It’s… impressive. I can see why the Shadow Lords are keeping an eye on you.”
My heart plummeted at his words, a cold dread washing over me.
“What do you mean?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
His smirk widened, a predatory gleam in his eyes. “Oh, didn’t he tell you?” He gestured toward Asher. “They’ve been asking questions about you. Watching. Waiting. They think you’re… special.”
The air around us shifted, thickening with tension. Asher’s energy snapped taut, a warning that resonated deep within me. “You don’t speak their name here,” he warned, his voice low and lethal.
Rafe chuckled again, unfazed. “Touchy, aren’t we? But you know it’s true. You can feel them, can’t you? In your bones. That whisper that refuses to fade. They’re still out there, and they’re not finished with you.”
I forced myself to speak, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside. “If you think mentioning them will frighten me, it won’t.”
“Maybe not,” he replied, inching closer, his eyes gleaming with a strange light. “But it might frighten someone else.”
I blinked at him, confusion flooding my mind. “What are you talking about?”
His smile widened, a sinister twist of his lips. “You’ll see. Soon.”
Then, in a heartbeat, he melted back into the trees—swift, silent, like smoke dissipating in the wind.
“Asher—” I began, but he was already moving after Rafe, his instincts kicking in. We chased him through the darkened forest for a few minutes, but he had vanished, leaving no trace behind. The woods swallowed him whole.
When we finally halted, Asher’s hands were clenched at his sides, frustration radiating off him. “He’s trying to bait us,” he said, his voice rough with anger. “He wants us off balance.”
I nodded, my breath coming in quick bursts. “But why mention the Shadow Lords now? Why drag them into this?”
“Because he knows it rattles us,” Asher replied, his tone serious. “And he wants us to believe he’s working with them.”
“Is he?”
“I don’t know,” Asher admitted quietly, the weight of uncertainty hanging in the air. “But if he is… we’re in far more danger than we thought. Though I doubt it. He doesn’t have that much influence.”
We returned to the packhouse in silence, both lost in our thoughts. The soft glow of the house lights peeked through the trees, a warm contrast to the encroaching darkness surrounding us. Yet, the warmth did little to dispel the chill that had settled deep within my chest.
Inside, Eryx was waiting, his expression tense. “Did you find him?”
“He found us,” Asher replied, his tone dark and foreboding. “And he mentioned the Shadow Lords.”
Eryx’s expression hardened instantly, his eyes narrowing. “What did he say?”
“That they’re watching,” I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper. “That they’ve been asking about me.”
For a moment, silence fell over the room, the air thick with tension.
Eryx finally nodded, determination etched on his face. “Then we must act quickly. We need to strengthen the wards and ensure that no one is alone at night. If Rafe is working with them—or even pretending to—we must treat him as if he is.”
Asher’s hand found my back, grounding me amidst the chaos. “He’s not going to scare us,” he declared firmly. “We’ll be ready.”
Yet deep down, doubt gnawed at me, whispering that Rafe was far from finished.
His words echoed in my mind, a haunting refrain—It might scare someone else.
That night, sleep eluded me. I tossed and turned, each creak of the house causing my heart to race. The bond between Asher and me pulsed with unease, mirroring his own restless energy as he lay beside me.
When I finally drifted into sleep, shadows invaded my dreams once more—tall, shifting figures lurking at the treeline. But this time, one of them wasn’t merely watching. It was whispering. My name.
I jolted awake with a sharp gasp, my heart pounding furiously. The room was dark, still, and cold, the silence wrapping around me like a shroud.
Then, a sound pierced the stillness—soft, deliberate tapping against the window.
I turned my head slowly, my pulse racing in my chest.
Through the faint moonlight, I spotted something pressed against the glass.
A folded piece of paper.
I slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb Asher, my heart racing with a mix of dread and curiosity. The bond buzzed with warning, yet an insatiable curiosity propelled me forward.
When I opened the window, the night air hit me—a cold, sharp breath that sent chills down my spine. A small silver dagger pinned the note to the window frame. My hands trembled as I carefully pulled it free.
The handwriting was neat and elegant, each letter meticulously formed.
You should have stayed away. She warned you once that she was dangerous. There won’t be a second time.
And at the bottom, in faint, smudged ink—
-R.
I stood there, staring at the note, the weight of its implications crashing down on me.
This message was meant for Asher, not for me. He knew I wouldn’t accept him, and he was using that knowledge against him.
He wasn’t done testing us.
He had only just begun.
Conclusion
As the night deepened, a sense of foreboding settled over me, intertwining with the lingering shadows of Rafe’s threats. The revelation that he was not only watching but also manipulating us sent a chill through my bones. The silver dagger, a stark reminder of his presence, felt like a harbinger of the chaos that lay ahead. I realized then that this was not merely a game for him; it was a twisted dance of power and fear, one that threatened to unravel everything we had fought to protect. Asher’s unwavering support offered a flicker of hope amidst the encroaching darkness, but the weight of uncertainty pressed heavily on my chest. The bond we shared, once a source of comfort, now felt like a tether to impending danger, amplifying my fears with every heartbeat.
In the quiet aftermath of Rafe’s visit, I understood that the true battle was not just against a physical adversary, but against the insidious whispers of doubt and fear that threatened to consume us. We had to fortify our resolve, uniting as a pack against the unseen threats that loomed beyond the trees. The stakes were higher than ever, and I could no longer afford to be a passive player in this unfolding narrative. As I lay back down beside Asher, the warmth of his presence grounding me, I vowed to confront whatever came next with unwavering strength. Rafe may have cast his shadow over us, but I would not let it define my fate. The fight for our future was just beginning, and I would stand tall against the darkness, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
**What to Expect in the Next Chapter?**
As the tension continues to mount in the packhouse, the stakes are higher than ever. With Rafe’s haunting presence lingering like a storm cloud, the characters will be forced to confront not only the external threats he poses but also the internal fears that have been awakened within them. In the next chapter, readers can expect a deep dive into the psychological turmoil that each character faces as they grapple with Rafe’s manipulative games and the chilling implications of the Shadow Lords’ interest in our protagonist. The fragile bonds of trust will be tested, and alliances may shift as the pack struggles to maintain their unity in the face of uncertainty.
Moreover, the arrival of the ominous note will propel the narrative into a darker territory, revealing hidden truths and secrets that could change everything. Asher and the others will need to rally together, but with Rafe’s taunts echoing in their minds, doubts will creep in, sowing discord among the ranks. Expect unexpected revelations and heart-stopping confrontations that will leave readers on the edge of their seats. Will they be able to decipher Rafe’s true intentions before it’s too late? The next chapter promises to unravel more of the tangled web of deceit, danger, and the perils of underestimating an adversary who thrives on chaos and fear.
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