The Day He Forgot He Hated Me by Evangeline Marrow 90

The Day He Forgot He Hated Me by Evangeline Marrow 90 Summary

Trinity awakens to a disturbing and oppressive atmosphere filled with darkness, eerie whispers, and shifting shadows. Nearby stands Gage, but he is changed—pale, trembling, and possessed by a dark force that seems to be controlling him. Despite his struggle, Gage feels overwhelmed by this entity inside him, a sinister guardian that threatens to consume his identity.

Trinity desperately tries to reach him, urging him to remember who he is, their bond, and the pack they belong to. She uses her mark, linked to his, to try to pull him back from the darkness. For brief moments, Gage shows signs of resistance and his true self flickers through the shadows, giving Trinity hope. However, the guardian’s influence remains strong, and Gage’s struggle becomes more painful and intense as the shadows lash out and threaten to overpower them both.

As the battle between light and dark rages, Trinity clings to the connection they share, pouring all her energy into keeping Gage grounded. She witnesses his pain and fear as the shadows twist into menacing shapes and the guardian’s voice insists on the inevitability of their bond. Despite the fierce fight, the dark force continues to tighten its grip, dragging Gage deeper into its control.

In the end, Gage is swallowed by the shadows, leaving Trinity alone and desperate. Though her mark burns fiercely and she pleads for him to hold on and fight, the guardian’s presence looms, whispering that light and dark cannot exist without each other. Trinity vows to fight alongside him, but she can feel him slipping away, leaving her with only silence and shadows in the chamber.

When my eyes finally fluttered open, everything around me felt disturbingly off.

The air hung heavy and thick, carrying the sharp scent of iron mixed with damp stone. Darkness pressed in from every angle, yet the shadows seemed alive, shifting and twisting just beyond my sight. Faint whispers and eerie laughter echoed softly, forming shapes I dared not fully see.

And then, there was Gage—standing mere feet away. But this wasn’t the Gage I knew.

His skin was unnaturally pale, almost a sickly gray. His eyes burned with an intense golden light, and his chest heaved rapidly, as if he’d been running without rest for hours. Trembling shook his frame—not just from fear, but from something darker, something alive writhing beneath his skin.

“Gage,” I murmured, stepping closer, my voice barely above a whisper. “It’s me, Trinity. You have to fight this.”

He remained silent, head bowed, hands trembling uncontrollably. Every so often, a shadow flickered across him, like some sinister guardian was crawling beneath his flesh.

“I know you can hear me,” I said, raising my voice slightly. “I know there’s still a part of you in there. Please… fight it.”

The air around him crackled with energy. Shadows lifted, forming claw-like shapes that reached toward me. I instinctively stepped back, feeling the mark on my chest flare hot and fierce.

Then he looked up. His eyes blazed so brightly they almost blinded me. “I… I can’t,” he whispered, voice trembling. “It’s too strong. It’s inside me. I can feel it pulling at me, controlling me.”

I shook my head, trying to push down the fear rising in my chest. “You’re stronger than this. Remember who you are, Gage. Remember the pack. Remember me. This isn’t you.”

His jaw clenched tightly. “I want to,” he said hoarsely. “But the more I try, the more it takes.”

I reached out, placing my hand over his glowing chest. My mark flared in response as I poured every ounce of my energy, my bloodline, my will into it. “Focus on me. Feel me. Let me guide you.”

For a fleeting moment, the shadows around him shrank. His trembling eased, his breathing slowed. Relief washed over me like a wave.

But then his eyes wildened once more. The guardian’s voice—not his own—echoed inside my head.

“The balance must be restored. Light and dark. One cannot exist without the other. Accept it.”

“No!” I shouted. “Gage, fight it! You are not the guardian!”

But he couldn’t. He clawed at his chest, as if trying to rip the power from within. Shadows erupted from his back, snaking along the floor, the walls, and wrapping around me. I was thrown backward, sliding hard across the cold stone floor. My hand burned fiercely where I’d touched him, and my chest throbbed painfully as my mark struggled to pull the guardian’s energy away.

“Trinity!” Gage screamed, his voice his own but darker, twisted with something else. “I’m trying! I can’t! It’s too strong!”

I crawled forward, dragging myself toward him despite the shadows coiling around my legs. The temple felt alive, feeding on his fear and the light of my mark. I caught glimpses of the guardian lurking within the shadows—its eyes glowing from every corner, silently watching, laughing.

“Listen to me!” I yelled, fighting to stay upright. “You’re stronger than this! Fight it—for me, for yourself, for us!”

For a heartbeat, the shadows hesitated. A faint flicker of Gage’s old self appeared, trembling but present. I reached out again, brushing my fingers against his arm. My mark flared warmly, bright and steady.

“Do you feel it?” I asked, breathless. “My mark—it’s linked to yours. You can push it back. You don’t have to let it control you.”

He shook his head violently. “It’s inside me. I feel it moving through my veins. Every part of me burns. I’m losing myself.”

“No!” I cried. “You’re not! I won’t let you! You have control, Gage. Feel me—our bond. Let it ground you.”

He closed his eyes as the shadows tightened like a cage around him. His golden eyes flickered, then flashed black for a moment. I gasped, feeling my mark burn hotter than ever in response to the danger.

“Gage, open your eyes. Look at me. Listen to me.”

Slowly, he obeyed. The golden glow softened just enough for me to see him—my Gage, scared but still there—and a flicker of hope ignited within me.

“Remember who you are,” I whispered. “The pack, your friends, me—we’re your anchor. You don’t belong to it. It’s not your master.”

He gasped, clenching his fists. “I… I… I…”

Suddenly, the shadow lunged, slithering across his chest. I could feel the guardian inside him pushing outward.

“No!” I screamed, slamming my hand over his chest. My mark exploded with light, forcing the shadows to recoil. My chest burned like it was on fire. The entire room trembled.

For a moment, I thought we had won. The shadows flickered and shrank. Gage slumped slightly, still trembling but breathing heavily. He was present.

Then his eyes flashed black again.

A voice—not Gage’s—whispered through the chamber.

“You cannot stop the bond. The bloodline is one. It will obey.”

I stumbled back, horror flooding me. “No! Gage, fight it! You control it!”

He screamed—a terrifying mixture of his voice and the guardian’s—as shadows exploded from the floor, wrapping around both of us. My mark flared fiercely, pushing back, but it was like trying to hold back a raging river with bare hands.

“Trinity!” he shouted. “It’s too strong! I can’t!”

I dashed toward him again, dodging the grasping shadows that reached for my skin. “Yes, you can! You’re stronger than this! You’ve always been stronger! Listen to me!”

His eyes, swirling gold and black, met mine. I saw the pain, the fear, and the anger twisting inside him. He wanted to fight. He wanted freedom. But the guardian’s hold was too deep.

“I… I can’t!” he screamed, collapsing to his knees. Shadows surged, lifting him slightly off the ground, twisting his body in the air.

I dropped beside him, clutching his hand tightly. “You can! You have to! Focus on us! Focus on me!”

The shadows hissed, lunging at me. My mark flared, sending out a wave of light that forced them to recoil, but it wasn’t enough. They tightened their grip around him again, and I felt a sharp pull at my chest—as if my own bloodline was being ripped from me.

“Gage!” I shouted. “Fight it! You’re not its puppet!”

For a brief moment, his golden eyes flickered—real eyes, not the guardian’s. Hope sparked inside me.

Then his body jerked violently. Shadows slammed into him from all sides, and I was thrown backward. My mark burned with agony. My hand still held his, but the light between us pulsed wildly, fragile and unsteady, as if it could shatter at any moment.

“I’m… losing… control,” he gasped. “It’s inside me… I can feel… everything… burning.”

I pressed my forehead against his arm. “Don’t! You’re not losing! You’re stronger than this! Focus! Feel my mark! Feel your bloodline! Your mom and dad. Arlo and Asher. You are in control!”

The shadows around him shrieked, twisting and curling, growing taller and more menacing. They shaped themselves into wolves, moons, and twisted faces—all reaching for me. My mark flared so brightly my vision went white for a moment.

Then I felt it.

A faint tug. A delicate pull from his mark. A single thread of gold, faint but unmistakable, connecting us.

“Gage!” I cried. “Hold on! This is your power too!”

His eyes met mine, glowing softly gold. “I… I can… feel it,” he whispered.

But the connection snapped violently, and the shadows surged once more, dragging him away.

“No!” I screamed, lunging forward, my mark exploding outward in a desperate attempt to reach him.

The shadows swallowed him whole.

I was thrown to the ground, gasping for breath. My mark burned fiercely, leaving my chest raw and aching. The chamber fell silent again, but the air still shimmered with shadow.

I crawled forward, heart pounding wildly. “Gage! Please… hold on! Fight it!”

No answer.

I pressed my hand to the cold floor, to the swirling air, to the fragile energy between us, desperate to reach him. The guardian’s voice whispered again—cold, cruel, and unyielding.

“One cannot exist without the other. It is inevitable.”

My chest burned fiercely. My fingers trembled. “No… we will fight it… together…”

But the pull from his mark was fading.

And I could feel it—he was slipping further and further away, into the guardian’s control.

I screamed, but only shadows answered.

Sara Lili

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