The Day He Forgot He Hated Me by Evangeline Marrow 79 Summary
The night air felt alive and refreshing as Trinity stood outside the packhouse, fully aware of the subtle details around her for the first time since entering the realm of the First Moon. The glowing mark on her chest pulsed steadily, no longer painful but a quiet heartbeat that connected her to the world. Asher reached out to her, sensing the change in her, and she reassured him that she was still herself—only more complete. Their companions, Gage and Dennis, appeared, each reacting differently but showing signs of acceptance and relief. The presence of distant wolves watching from the trees added a tense but calm atmosphere, signaling a looming challenge.
Inside the packhouse, the group settled into a quieter moment. Trinity and Dennis discussed the mystery of her origins and the trinket that linked her to the original bloodline, though her true parentage remained unknown. Despite the uncertainty, Trinity felt supported by Asher and the others, no longer isolated. The warm, familiar environment of the packhouse—coffee brewing, a dying fire, and simple comforts—helped ground her. Asher’s gentle touch and concern for her well-being deepened their connection, and Trinity acknowledged her journey back to herself after a near loss.
The night continued with a peaceful silence, punctuated only by the crackling fire and distant sounds of the forest. The group prepared to rest, aware that the wolves outside were testing them but not yet ready to act. Trinity embraced the normalcy of sharing coffee and quiet moments with her packmates, finding solace in the small, sacred rituals of life. When she stepped outside again under the starry sky, the mark on her chest pulsed with quiet strength, symbolizing her resilience and identity. Asher joined her, and together they faced the uncertainty ahead with trust and determination.
By dawn, the forest was alive with the fresh scents of earth and pine, and the packhouse glowed with morning light. Trinity stood barefoot in the clearing, feeling connected to the life around her and the promise it held. Asher’s support was steady, and the mark on her chest continued to pulse with strength. Over breakfast, the group shared calm conversation, laughter, and a sense of unity. Trinity found herself naturally taking a leadership role, not through force but through presence, feeling hopeful that they were at the beginning of something new rather than the edge of disaster.
Later, back on the patio, Trinity sensed the distant wolves still watching but not advancing. She closed her eyes, breathing in the stillness, and accepted that she was more than just the heir—she was Trinity, whole and enough. The chapter ends with her embracing her identity and the quiet strength that comes with it, ready to face whatever lies ahead with her pack beside her.
The night air felt different. Clean. Cool. Alive. For the first time since I stepped into the realm of the First Moon, I noticed small things again–the way the grass bent in the wind, the faint call of a bird somewhere deep in the trees, the uneven creak of the porch boards under Asher’s boots. Everything felt… real.
My chest still glowed faintly where the mark lay, but it no longer hurt. It pulsed like a heartbeat, slow and steady. I pressed my palm over it, feeling the warmth and the gentle rhythm, the way it seemed to breathe with me.
Asher’s hand brushed mine. His thumb moved in small, nervous strokes. “You’re… different.” He said softly. “But it’s still you.”
I smiled. “I’m still me.” I said. Quiet, steady, sure. “Just… more of me.”
Behind us, Gage peeked around the corner. His usual wide–eyed expression made me grin despite everything. “That was…” He paused. “That was something.”
I laughed, softly, a little shaky. It felt strange to laugh after everything. “Yeah.” I said. ” Something.”
Dennis stepped out next, slower, his sharp eyes flicking over me. His arms stayed folded, but I could see the tension easing from his shoulders. “You came back.” He said simply.
“I told you I would.” I lifted my chin, calm but firm. The fire inside me no longer pushed me to fight. It wanted to settle. To breathe.
The night breeze carried scents and sounds I could read like a story. Deer on the ridge. Damp moss near the creek. And faintly, the scent of wolves in the distance. The eyes I had seen before. They hadn’t moved closer. Just watching. Waiting.
Asher followed my gaze into the trees. “They’re still out there.”
“I know.” I said. I squeezed his hand gently. “But they’re not ready to move. Not tonight.”
He turned to me, searching my face. “How do you know?”
I shrugged, almost playfully. “I just… do. I can feel it. The land, the air, the pull of them. It’s like
…
the world is a river, and I can feel every current.”
Asher blinked. “Sounds intense.”
“It was.” I smiled. “But right now… it’s quiet. I like it.”
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The group fell silent for a moment. The wind rustled the leaves. The porch light flickered once, then settled.
Gage cleared his throat. “So… uh..” He gestured vaguely at the glowing mark on my chest. “ Does that mean you’re like… the big boss now?”
I chuckled under my breath. “I don’t know. I don’t feel like a boss. I just… feel like me.”
“Looks like a boss to me.“Arlo muttered, but there was a twitch at the corner of his mouth.
Dennis’s arms stayed folded, but his stance was less rigid. “Whether she’s a boss or not, she’s stronger. That’s good. We’ll need it.”
“We’ll need all of us.” I said gently. “Not just me.”
“What do you plan to do with me?” Dennis asked.
“Because you lied to me for my whole life? How did I end up here living with those people who aren’t my parents?” I asked.
“I don’t know. You just showed up here one day. We don’t know how, but you had a trinket just like that one. It was the one that you found in the basement of your house. The one that the skincrawler was scared of. He recognised who you were which is why he wanted to kill you. We didn’t know the full extent of what you were. But we were getting close. We knew that you came from the original bloodline.” Dennis explained.
“But you don’t know who my parents are?” I asked.
“No. I’m afraid not.” He said.
I looked at Asher. He met my eyes and nodded slightly. I didn’t feel like I was standing alone at the edge of something impossible anymore. I was standing with him, with all of them.
Inside, the packhouse smelled like coffee. Someone had put a pot on, probably Arlo. The wood floor creaked under our steps. The fire in thefireplace had burned down to glowing embers, casting soft orange light across the room.
I curled up on the couch and pulled a blanket over my legs. I didn’t really need it–the energy in my blood kept me warm–but the weight of it grounded me. Asher perched on the armrest next to me, close enough that our knees brushed.
He studied me quietly. “When you fell.” He said slowly, “I thought you were gone. For real this time.”
My chest tightened at the memory–not with fear, but with the pull I had felt toward him. “I wasn’t.” I said softly. “I was just… finding my way back.”
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He reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. His hand lingered, warm and gentle. “I’m glad you’re here.”
“I’m glad too.”
We didn’t speak for a while. The quiet wasn’t awkward. It felt earned, like the space after a song ends, before the applause begins.
Finally, Dennis spoke from the window, voice low. “They’re still there.”
“I know.” I said, calm. “They’ll stay there tonight. They’re testing us. Waiting to see what we’ll
do.”
Dennis glanced at me. “And what will we do?”
I tilted my head and smiled softly. “We’ll rest. We’ll eat. We’ll sleep. Tomorrow we’ll plan.”
Gage laughed from the kitchen. “Sounds like a plan I can get behind.”
The smell of coffee grew stronger, and soon he handed mugs around. Asher gave me mine. I wrapped my fingers around it, inhaling the steam. Normal. Small. Sacred after everything. Asher sipped his own. “Feels like the first normal moment we’ve had in weeks.”
“It does.” I took a slow sip. The bitter taste grounded me even more.
Later, when the others drifted off–Dennis still at the window, Gage cleaning up the mugs–l slipped outside again. The sky had cleared completely. Stars scattered like silver dust across black velvet, and the moon hung low, pale and quiet.
The mark on my chest pulsed faintly, not painfully, but with quiet strength. I pressed my palm over it. “I’m still here.” I whispered. “I’m still me.”
Asher’s steps were soft on the porch. “Couldn’t sleep?” He asked.
I shook my head. “Too much… everything.”
He leaned on the railing behind me, resting his chin on my shoulder. “Morning.” He murmured.
“Morning.”
We watched the mist shift and curl through the trees. The glowing eyes I had seen earlier were gone, or hidden. For tonight, the shadows had chosen to wait.
“What do you think they want?” Asher asked quietly.
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“I think they want to see who I am now.” I said. “Who we are.”
He kissed the side of my head. “Then let’s show them.”
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I turned to face him, looking into his eyes. The worry was still there, but softer, steadier.
Trust.
“We’ll be okay.” I said. And for the first time, I really believed it.
By dawn, the forest smelled of wet earth and pine. Mist clung to the ground, curling around the trees. The packhouse windows glowed faintly with morning light.
I stood at the edge of the clearing, barefoot in the grass, feeling the earth beneath my feet. Life pulsed under me–roots stretching, water moving under stone, tiny insects waking up for the day. It felt like a promise.
Asher slipped his arms around my waist from behind and rested his chin on my shoulder. The mark stirred faintly under my palm–not with pain, but with quiet strength.
“Whatever’s coming.” Asher said, “we’ll handle it.”
“We will.” I squeezed his hand.
My wolf purred softly in response. Together. Not alone. Not anymore.
Breakfast was simple–eggs, toast, and whatever Gage found in the pantry. We sat at the long table. Shoulders brushed, voices low, calmer than in days.
I ended up at the head of the table without thinking. No one commented.
Dennis ate quietly but didn’t glare. Gage told a story about almost burning down the kitchen last week. Even Dennis cracked a small smile.
I listened, the sound of their voices like a balm. I didn’t need to lead a ritual or command them. Just being with them felt like leadership enough.
Asher nudged me. “You’re smiling.”
“I know.” I bit back a laugh. “Feels weird.”
“Looks good on you.” He said.
I felt my cheeks warm, but I didn’t look away.
For the first time in a long time, maybe we weren’t standing at the edge of disaster. Maybe
we were at the beginning of something new.
After breakfast, I was back on the patio. The forest was still. I could sense the other wolves, a distant prickle at the edge of my awareness. They weren’t moving closer. Not yet.
I closed my eyes and breathed. The mark pulsed faintly.
The heir had returned, yes. But I was more than that. I was Trinity. I was myself. And for the first time, that felt like enough.
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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