The Day He Forgot He Hated Me by Evangeline Marrow 78

The Day He Forgot He Hated Me by Evangeline Marrow 78 Summary

In this chapter, the protagonist experiences an intense surge of power emanating from a mark on their chest, which transforms their perception and connection to the world around them. They feel their inner wolf fully awaken, merging with ancient energy tied to their bloodline and the First Moon. As they gain control over this newfound strength, they confront shadowy creatures and overpower them with streams of energy, feeling complete and empowered for the first time.

A massive figure instructs them to fully awaken and understand the responsibility that comes with their heritage. Embracing their wolf and the mark’s power, the protagonist has a vivid vision of giant wolves under silver moons, symbolizing a deep ancestral connection. With this awakening, they gain mastery over elemental forces and the environment, becoming the heir of the First Moon’s fire.

The protagonist then returns to a familiar place where Asher waits anxiously. Their reunion is filled with relief and warmth, as the protagonist reassures Asher that they are safe and in control of their power. Despite the tension from others nearby, the protagonist’s calm and controlled energy begins to ease the atmosphere. They express readiness to fight and protect, promising to stay with Asher.

However, the chapter ends with a foreboding sense of danger as shadowy figures gather outside, their eyes glowing ominously. The protagonist senses a familiar yet threatening presence approaching, signaling that the challenges ahead will be immediate and unavoidable. They prepare to face whatever comes next, united with Asher and empowered by the fire of the First Moon.

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The light burned brighter than anything I had ever felt. It poured out of my chest, through my veins, through my hands, and finally through my entire body. My vision went white, then red, then a thousand colors I didn’t know existed. The shadow–forms shrieked, twisting in agony as the fire of my mark tore through them. 

I fell to my knees, my fingers digging into the stone, trying to hold myself together. My wolf inside me roared, letting me feel its full strength for the first time. It wasn’t just a beast anymore–it was me, a part of me I had never dared to touch. 

The massive figure before me stepped closer, its molten–gold eyes studying me like a teacher judging a pupil. “Control it.” it said. “Or it will destroy everything you love.” 

I clenched my fists. My chest flared again, and suddenly I could see everything–the way the shadows moved, the energy flowing through the towers, the cracks in the stone spreading like veins. The world wasn’t solid. It was alive, flowing with power I could touch if I dared. 

I took a deep breath. And then I reached out. 

The fire inside me stretched outward like liquid sunlight, crawling along the stone floor, over the shadows, past the towers. I felt the energy of the place–the blood of my ancestors, the fire of the First Moon–merge with me. My wolf growled in approval, its voice echoing in my head. 

The shadow–forms screamed and tried to rush me, but I was faster. My hands glowed as I waved them, and streams of energy shot from my fingertips, ripping the creatures apart. They melted into smoke, burning with silver sparks as they vanished. 

I stood, trembling, but my body no longer felt weak. I felt… whole. Complete. My chest burned with 

power, yes, but it no longer hurt. It belonged to me. 

The massive figure watched silently. “You have done well.” it said. “But you are not finished. You must awaken fully to understand the weight of your bloodline.” 

I nodded, even though I didn’t fully understand. My wolf surged, and for the first time I didn’t fight it. I let it guide me. My mark glowed brighter, spreading over my skin, tracing patterns that felt ancient and sacred. I closed my eyes and let the energy fill me, let it pour into every muscle, every nerve, every breath. 

And then I saw them. 

Not in front of me, not behind me, but inside my mind–a vision of the First Moon, of wolves larger than mountains, eyes like fire, hunting under silver moons that hung low in the sky. I 

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felt their strength, their power, their knowledge. It flowed into me, connecting with the fire of my own blood. 

I opened my eyes, and the towers, the cracks, the shadows–they all bent to me. I could shape the air with a thought, call fire from nothing, move with the speed of wind and strike with the weight of mountains. I had full control. I had full power. I was the heir, the child of fire, the First Moon reborn. 

The massive figure bowed its head. “You are ready.” 

I took a deep breath. The fire of the mark pulsed in my chest, warm, steady, alive. I looked down at my hands, letting the energy settle. The shadow–forms were gone, the towers cracked but still standing, and the sky had begun to shift, dark clouds rolling away. 

A voice whispered inside my mind, soft and familiar: They’re waiting for you. 

Asher. 

The pull in my chest was instant. My full power stretched outward, sensing him, feeling him, drawing me back. The place between–the realm I had just awakened in–had been alive, yes, but it was nothing compared to the bond I had with him. 

I closed my eyes. With my power, I could do more than just see him. I could reach him, call him, bring myself back to him. I focused, let the fire of the mark stretch like threads through the air, through the world, and toward him. 

The world around me shivered, the stone floor cracking under my will. The towers leaned, the clouds roared, but I ignored it all. I reached for him. 

And then I fell. 

Not through air, not through space, but through the pull of my own power. I tumbled, spinning through color and fire, feeling the energy of the First Moon coursing through every part of me. My wolf roared, delighted, and I let it guide me. 

And then… I landed. 

The cold night air hit my skin. The cabin was quiet. The only sound was the wind and the soft rustle of leaves. My chest still glowed faintly with the mark, but it felt… tamed. Controlled. Mine. 

I blinked, and my eyes found him. 

Asher. Kneeling, his hands still slightly outstretched, his eyes wide with fear and relief all at once. “Trinity.” He breathed. “You… you’re back.” 

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I smiled, shakily. “I’m here.” I whispered, my voice steady now, full and warm. My wolf purred inside me, but it was calm. We were calm. 

He stood and crossed the distance out the front of the packhouse in a few long steps, pulling me into his arms. I didn’t resist. I let him hold me, let the warmth of him ground me. The fire inside me didn’t burn now–it hummed, gentle and steady, like it knew it had a place in me but didn’t need to explode anymore, 

“You’re safe.” He said, his voice thick with emotion. “You’re really… safe.” 

“I am.” I said, finally feeling it. Not just the calm after power, but the calm inside me. The energy of the First Moon flowed through me, but I could control it. I wasn’t afraid anymore. He pulled back slightly, hands on my shoulders, studying me. “How… how did you-” 

“I woke it up.” I said simply. “All of it. Every bit. And I’m still me.” 

He shook his head, awe on his face. “I don’t… I can’t-” 

“You don’t have to understand.” I said. “You just have to trust me.” 

And he did. I saw it in his eyes–the relief, the fear, the love, the bond we shared. He trusted 

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The packhouse behind us was quiet. Gage peeked out from the patio, eyes wide. Dennis’s hands were clenched at his sides, watching me, his expression unreadable. The tension in the air was thick, but it didn’t matter. I could feel it all, control it all, if I needed to. 

I stepped toward him, letting the fire of my mark settle fully, warm and steady, spreading a calm through the room. Dennis’s stance relaxed slightly. Gage let out a small, nervous laugh. Even Asher’s shoulders eased. 

“I can fight now.” I said softly. “I can protect everyone. I can stop whatever’s coming.” 

Asher swallowed hard. “And you’ll stay… with me?” 

“Yes.” I said. “I’m here. I’m back.” 

He pulled me close again, resting his forehead against mine. I could feel the tremor in him, the relief, the unspoken fear that he had almost lost me. My wolf purred softly, nestling inside me, content. 

But even as we held each other, I could feel it–the echo of that other world, the pull of the First Moon. The shadows were not gone. They had retreated, yes, but they would return. And something else, something older, had watched me wake. Something that had been waiting for me to claim my full power. 

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The mark on my chest glowed faintly. A warmth, not threatening, but a warning. A reminder. 

Asher pulled back slightly, looking into my eyes. “What now?” 

I traced my fingers over the glowing mark. “We wait. We prepare. But we’re ready.” 

A sudden sound from outside the cabin made both of us freeze. A long, low growl, like no wolf I had ever heard. The hairs on my arms rose again. My wolf inside me stirred. 

I glanced at Asher. “They’re coming.” I said. My voice was calm, steady, but filled with power. “And this time… we won’t run.” 

Outside, in the shadows of the forest, eyes glinted like molten gold. Not one pair, not two- but dozens. Watching. Waiting. 

And then the wind shifted, carrying a whisper I could feel in my bones: The heir has returned. 

I held Asher’s hand tighter. My chest glowed brighter, the mark pulsing in rhythm with my heartbeat. I could feel the fire of the First Moon, full and unbroken, waiting for me to call it 

again. 

The shadows outside surged forward, but this time, I didn’t flinch. I smiled, quietly, letting the 

fire flow. 

“Let them come.” I whispered. 

Asher’s jaw tightened beside me, and he nodded. “Yeah.” He said. “Let them come.” 

The forest fell silent. 

And then, from the darkness, a single shape broke from the rest, moving faster than anything alive. Its eyes glowed brighter than fire. It stopped at the edge of the clearing, staring straight 

at us. 

I felt a shiver run down my spine. Something about it… was familiar. 

And then I realized: it wasn’t just a shadow. It was a warning. 

The mark on my chest flared again. 

And I knew–whatever was coming next… it wasn’t going to wait. 

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