The Day He Forgot He Hated Me by Evangeline Marrow 95

The Day He Forgot He Hated Me by Evangeline Marrow 95 Summary

The morning at the packhouse was thick with tension, as everyone sensed an impending change linked to the powerful bloodline stirring once again. The narrator and Asher shared a quiet moment of reassurance, acknowledging the growing threat and their determination to face it together alongside Gage. Despite their training, uncertainty and fear lingered, but their bond provided a source of strength amid the unease.

Inside, the pack was restless, noticing strange phenomena like glowing trees and shifting shadows, fueling anxiety among the members. Alpha Dennis held a tense meeting, urging patience and control while downplaying the danger, which only heightened the pack’s frustration and fear. Petra voiced the pack’s concerns directly, but Dennis maintained a calm, authoritative stance, emphasizing discipline and trust in his leadership despite the growing unrest.

As night fell, the sense of foreboding intensified with a storm mirroring the turmoil within the pack. Dennis called another meeting to warn of increasing disturbances and urged caution. Mara reported attacks by shadows on patrols, highlighting the escalating danger. Later, the narrator, Asher, and Gage sensed the dark energy thickening at the forest’s edge, realizing that a greater force was awakening and testing their readiness, though Asher reminded them survival was their only option.

Just after midnight, the first attack began as shadowy, unnatural shapes surged toward the packhouse, attacking patrols and testing defenses. Asher, the narrator, and Gage combined their powers to hold the shadows at bay, but the creatures whispered threats and probed for fear. A mysterious ancient voice called to them, signaling a deeper challenge ahead. Despite their unity and strength, the shadows grew more aggressive, and Asher was momentarily knocked off balance, underscoring the severity of the threat.

The chapter ends with the pack under siege, the shadows advancing fiercely, and a towering, fiery-eyed shadow emerging from the forest. Dennis’s command to face the test together echoes as the narrator’s bond with Asher and Gage flares with energy, preparing them for the terrifying confrontation that has just begun.

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CHAPTER 95

The next morning, the packhouse carried an unusual heaviness, as if the very air was charged with an unspoken tension. Though sunlight streamed softly through the windows, it failed to lift the oppressive atmosphere that clung to every corner. Everyone sensed it—something inevitable was approaching, and none could deny the growing unease.

I stood at the edge of the training yard, stretching my arms above my head, trying to shake off the restless energy coiling inside me. Asher was right beside me, his presence steady and reassuring. Occasionally, his fingers brushed against mine, a subtle but grounding connection amid the uncertainty. Despite the turmoil swirling around us, his nearness was a quiet reminder that I was not facing this alone.

“I feel it too,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. “There’s a shift happening—something different this time. It’s… more intense.”

Asher’s sharp gaze swept over the yard, eyes alert and calculating. “The bloodline’s stirring again,” he said, his tone low but serious. “I’ve felt it, just like you. But this time, it’s stronger, more urgent. It’s like something trapped is trying to break free.”

A chill ran down my spine as I sensed the pulse of energy flowing through our bond. “We’ve trained so hard, but I’m not sure we’re prepared for whatever’s coming,” I admitted, a tremor of doubt slipping into my voice.

He drew me closer, wrapping an arm around my waist, his chest warm against mine. “We’ll face it together,” he promised firmly. “You, me, Gage—whoever we need. We survive. That’s what we always do.”

I leaned into his embrace, allowing myself a moment of calm in the storm. “I don’t know what I’d do without you,” I whispered, the weight of my fears momentarily lifted by his steady presence.

“You’d survive,” Asher replied softly, his thumb tracing a gentle path along my cheek. “But I’d never forgive you if you tried to do it alone.”

A small smile tugged at my lips as some of the tension eased, even though the forest beyond the yard seemed darker, more foreboding than usual.

Inside the packhouse, hushed conversations and anxious whispers echoed through the hallways. Everyone was noticing the subtle changes—the faint glow of trees along the borders at night, shadows flickering where there should have been none, and an eerie hum that seemed to vibrate deep within their bones. Alpha Dennis maintained a calm exterior, but the unease among the pack was steadily growing.

That afternoon, I joined Asher in the main hall where Dennis was holding yet another meeting. The room was packed, the air thick with tension and anticipation. Dennis stood tall and commanding at the front, his gray eyes sweeping over the gathered pack members. “I know many of you have questions,” he began, his voice steady and measured. “Some of you are worried about recent events. That is natural. But the answers you seek are not yet within our grasp. Patience is essential.”

Murmurs of frustration rippled through the crowd, but Dennis remained unmoved, his gaze unwavering.

Petra stepped forward, her eyes clear and determined. “Alpha Dennis, the pack is scared. The shadows, the glowing trees, the strange noises—this isn’t normal. You know something is happening. We need answers before someone gets hurt.”

Dennis tilted his head slightly, his expression unreadable. “You perceive danger because you are aware of it. That does not mean it truly exists. The forest has always been alive. The bloodline has always been powerful. There is nothing new here. Control your fear, and you will survive.”

“Which bloodline?” someone called out, frustration creeping into their voice.

His words did little to soothe the restless pack. Some grumbled openly, while others shifted uneasily, weighed down by a nameless dread.

Raising a hand to silence the crowd, Dennis continued, “Obedience and discipline keep a pack alive. Knowledge without control is dangerous. Trust in me and in the strength of this pack.”

His calm, unshakable demeanor made it clear that no further answers would be given today.

After the meeting, I stepped outside to catch my breath. Asher followed closely, his hand briefly touching mine, steadying me.

“They’re getting restless,” I observed quietly, watching pack members exchange worried glances toward Dennis’s office.

Asher’s eyes darkened with concern. “They’re sensing the changes. The bloodline’s power is growing. And whatever it’s awakening… it’s not waiting for us.”

I swallowed hard. “I thought we could train fast enough, control it, be ready. But what if we can’t?”

He pulled me close, pressing a gentle kiss to my temple. “Then we fight. Together. Always.”

His touch sent a wave of relief through me, mingling with the love I felt. Even as the threat loomed larger, our bond remained a constant.

That night, an unnatural energy thrummed through the packhouse. A storm brewed outside—winds whipped fiercely, lightning cracked across the sky—but this tempest felt different, as if the elements themselves were responding to something darker. Dennis called an emergency meeting, and the room crackled with fear, anticipation, and anger.

His face was grim as he addressed us. “The disturbance is growing. Something is moving within our territory. I have felt it, and so have you. Control is crucial. Panic will only lead to ruin.”

Mara, a young pack member, stepped forward, her voice trembling. “Alpha Dennis, it’s not just feelings. Trees are shifting, animals are fleeing, shadows are attacking the outer patrols. We have seen them. This is dangerous!”

Dennis’s eyes narrowed. “The patrols were careless. Shadows respond to fear and energy. Act with control and caution, and you will remain safe. Otherwise… you will suffer.”

His calm words barely concealed the tension beneath. I could feel the bloodline stirring more powerfully within me and Gage.

Later, Asher and I ventured to the forest’s edge to test the bond. Gage joined us, his eyes sharp and golden, glowing faintly in the dim light.

“The energy is thick,” Gage said, scanning the trees with a wary gaze. “Something’s moving, but it’s hiding.”

I focused on the bond, sending warmth through it. It pulsed stronger than ever, yet a strange, dark force tugged from deep within the territory—impatient, unnatural.

Asher’s eyes narrowed as he surveyed the shadows. “The guardian’s power was only the beginning. Something bigger is waking. And it knows we’re ready.”

A shiver ran through me. “Are we really ready?”

He pressed his hand reassuringly to my back. “We don’t get the luxury of being ready. We survive anyway.”

I gave a faint smile, letting his reassurance wash over me. Even as the shadows pressed closer, the warmth of our bond reminded me that we were not alone.

The first attack came just after midnight.

I awoke to the soft rustling of whispers in the trees. Asher was already alert, his senses razor-sharp, a steady hand resting on my shoulder to ground me. Gage’s golden eyes glowed softly, watchful and ready.

“Do you feel that?” I whispered.

Asher nodded. “Yes. Something’s coming. Now.”

The forest seemed to ripple as shadows moved faster than the eye could follow. They were not animals, nor wolves—something else entirely. Dark, twisting shapes shifting with the wind, forming impossible forms that sent a chill through my veins.

I grabbed Asher’s hand tightly. “We have to stop them!”

“No,” he said calmly. “We hold. Let’s see what we’re dealing with first.”

The shadows surged toward the packhouse, low growls and eerie whispers filling the night air. Some patrols outside stumbled as the shadows lashed out, almost alive, almost testing our defenses.

Gage stepped forward, energy flaring around his hands. “We can push them back!”

“Not yet,” Asher warned. “Focus on defense. Keep the pack safe.”

The bond thrummed with urgency. The shadows pressed closer—this was no random attack. The bloodline was testing us.

I took a deep breath, channeling energy into the bond with Gage. He responded instantly, a golden pulse connecting us and holding the shadows at bay.

Asher positioned himself in front of me, protective and fierce, unleashing his own power. The shadows hissed and recoiled but did not retreat. Instead, they whispered our names, probing for fear.

My heart pounded, but Asher’s squeeze on my hand grounded me. “I’m right here. You’re not alone.”

I nodded, drawing strength from his presence. Together, we pushed back, Gage’s golden light weaving with mine and Asher’s gray strength. The shadows hissed and pulled back slightly—but only just.

From deep within the forest, a low, rumbling voice echoed, cold and ancient. “Heirs of the bloodline… step forward.”

The words sent a chill through me. They were neither human nor wolf—something far older, powerful, and angry.

Asher’s grip tightened. “That voice… it’s calling us. We’re not ready for this.”

“Maybe we are,” I said, trying to sound braver than I felt. “We have to be.”

The shadows surged again, faster this time, slicing through the edge of the clearing. Trees shuddered, leaves falling like rain, and the ground trembled beneath our feet.

Gage’s eyes glowed brighter than ever. “They’re testing us! We have to hold!”

The three of us stood united, hearts linked, our bond thrumming with energy. For a moment, I believed we might hold the line.

Then, a shadow lunged faster than I could track, striking the ground near Asher and knocking him off balance.

I gasped. “Asher!”

He rolled quickly, recovering, but his eyes were wide with alarm—this attack was unlike any before.

The forest seemed alive now, the shadows moving as one, whispering threats, swirling ever closer to the packhouse.

Dennis’s voice rang out from inside, sharp and commanding. “All pack members inside! Now!”

The shadows hesitated for a moment, sensing his presence, then surged forward again—faster, angrier, stronger.

I felt Gage pulling energy through the bond, pushing it into the shadows to hold them back. My heart hammered in my chest. Asher’s strength was steady but strained.

In that moment, I realized this was only the beginning. Whatever was waking in the forest, whatever the bloodline had stirred, it was testing us—and it would not relent.

The wind howled. The ground shook beneath us. Shadows twisted into shapes that should not exist.

I glanced at Asher. Our eyes locked, and in his gaze, I saw everything: fear, fierce determination, and unwavering love. Our bond pulsed with power, but even that might not be enough.

Then, from the very heart of the forest, a new shadow rose. Taller than any of us, darker than night, with eyes burning like fire. It paused just beyond the clearing and let out a scream that echoed deep within my bones.

Dennis’s voice rang out again, closer and sharper this time. “This is the test. You will survive only if you face it together!”

The shadow stepped forward, and the world seemed to tilt beneath us.

I felt the bond with Asher and Gage flare brighter than ever. Energy surged through my veins.

And then, in one terrifying instant, the shadow lunged at us…

Conclusion

As the chapter closes on this moment of mounting peril, the emotional currents running through the packhouse and its defenders are palpable. The tension between fear and hope, uncertainty and steadfastness, weaves through every interaction, revealing the deep bonds that hold the pack together. Despite the ominous shadows and the awakening power within the bloodline, the connection between the narrator, Asher, and Gage remains a beacon of strength, reminding us that unity and love are their greatest weapons against the encroaching darkness.

This chapter poignantly captures the fragile balance between vulnerability and resilience, highlighting how courage is born not from the absence of fear but from facing it hand in hand. The looming threat and the pack’s resolve underscore a timeless truth: survival depends not only on power but on trust, loyalty, and the unbreakable ties that bind them. Even as the shadow lunges forward, the story leaves us with the quiet assurance that together, they will confront whatever comes next.

What to Expect in Next Chapter?

The tension that has been simmering beneath the surface is about to boil over in the next chapter. The pack faces an unprecedented threat, and the bonds between the characters—especially between the narrator, Asher, and Gage—will be tested like never before. As the shadows grow bolder and more aggressive, the line between safety and danger blurs, forcing everyone to confront fears they never imagined. Will their unity be enough to withstand the darkness that presses in from all sides?

Emotions will run high as the characters grapple not only with external threats but also with their internal doubts and insecurities. The growing power of the bloodline stirs something ancient and formidable, and the pack’s survival hinges on their ability to trust one another amidst the chaos. Expect moments of fierce determination, fragile vulnerability, and the undeniable strength that comes from standing together against the unknown. The next chapter promises to deepen the mystery and escalate the conflict, leaving readers breathless and eager to see who will emerge from the shadows unscathed.

Sara Lili

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.