The Day He Forgot He Hated Me by Evangeline Marrow 98 Summary
The story opens in a silent, scarred clearing after a fierce battle, where the characters—Dennis, Petra, Asher, Gage, and the narrator—assess their condition. Despite injuries, everyone is alive, and the trio of Asher, the narrator, and Gage share a quiet bond that provides a sense of calm amid the chaos. Dennis notices a silver mark on Asher’s neck, confirming that Asher has awakened a powerful energy connected to all three of them, a rare and legendary merging of their powers.
Petra observes that the shadows they fought were not random but purposeful, hunting for something. The narrator recalls a chilling voice from the shadows warning that “the heirs will fall,” suggesting the attack was a targeted warning or declaration of war. Dennis acknowledges this ominous message and stresses the danger Asher’s newfound power brings, marking him as a target. Despite this, Asher remains resolute, ready to defend their group.
As they return to the packhouse, the community watches anxiously, especially focusing on Asher’s glowing mark. Inside, Dennis calls a meeting where they discuss the attack and its implications. Petra points out that the assault occurred where their bond is strongest, indicating the attackers sought their connection. Asher clarifies that the threat is against all of them and their bond, not just the narrator. Dennis warns that more attacks will come and urges them to prepare by strengthening defenses and learning to control their powers.
The chapter ends with a quiet moment between Asher and the narrator, acknowledging the reality and strength of their bond. Gage reports the pack is safe for now but warns the shadows will return. Despite the fear lingering in the pack, there is a growing sense of resilience and determination. As night falls, Asher and the narrator vow to find the source of the shadows and end the threat together, standing ready for the battles ahead.
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The clearing lay in a heavy silence, broken only by the sound of labored breathing. The earth beneath was scarred and blackened, trees stood shattered and splintered, and the air still shimmered faintly with residual energy from the fierce battle. A thin mist drifted where the shadows had once loomed, curling and twisting in the cool air before gradually fading into nothingness.
For what felt like an eternity, no one moved. All eyes were fixed on the empty space where the darkness had been moments before. Finally, Dennis stepped forward, his voice rough yet steady as he asked, “Is everyone still alive?”
A few warriors groaned in response, their bodies bruised but intact. Petra wiped the grime and blood from her face and gave a tired nod. “No fatalities. A handful of injuries, but nothing that won’t heal.”
I sank down onto the damp grass, every muscle aching from the fight. Gage dropped beside me heavily, resting his elbows on his knees, a faint golden glow still radiating from him. Asher remained standing for a moment longer, his eyes scanning the jagged tree line before exhaling deeply and kneeling beside me.
The three of us exchanged looks—sweaty, exhausted, dirt-streaked—but alive. The bond that connected us pulsed quietly beneath our skin, a steady rhythm that brought a strange sense of calm amidst the chaos.
Dennis approached cautiously, his gaze sharp as he took in our condition. His eyes flicked from me to Asher, then to the faint silver mark on Asher’s neck. “So it’s true,” he murmured. “You’ve awakened it.”
Asher said nothing at first, his expression weary but resolute. “It’s not mine alone,” he finally replied. “It belongs to all of us.”
Petra stared at him as if seeing him anew. “That power… you’ve been carrying it all this time?”
Asher shook his head slowly. “No. It’s new. It came through the bond—with Trinity.” His gray eyes softened as they met mine, filled with quiet strength.
Dennis folded his arms, deep in thought. “You’ve done what few ever could. You merged your energies—all three of you. That’s… rare. I didn’t think it was even possible outside of legend.”
Gage let out a weak laugh, exhaustion evident in his voice. “Feels pretty real to me right now.”
Petra knelt beside the scorched earth where the largest shadow had fallen. The dirt was blackened, but faint silver and gold sparkles shimmered there like distant stars. “These weren’t just shadows,” she said quietly. “They had shape, purpose, power. They were hunting for something.”
A shiver ran down my spine as I remembered the voice—the chilling words that echoed in my mind like a cold whisper.
“They said something,” I murmured. “The shadows spoke. A voice came through them. It said… the heirs will fall.”
Dennis spun toward me sharply. “What did you say?”
“The heirs will fall,” I repeated, voice barely above a whisper. “It was like they knew who we were. Like they were waiting for us.”
An uneasy silence settled over the clearing. The warriors exchanged worried glances.
Petra rose slowly. “If that’s true, then this wasn’t just an attack. It’s a warning.”
Dennis’s jaw clenched tightly. “Or a declaration of war.”
Asher placed a steady hand on my shoulder, his energy grounding me. “We’ll face whatever comes.”
Dennis nodded, though doubt lingered in his eyes. His gaze lingered on Asher again. “You’ve changed.”
He paused before continuing. “That power… it suits you. But it also makes you a target.”
Asher met his gaze without hesitation. “Then they’ll have to get through me first.”
For a moment, Dennis studied him, perhaps weighing his resolve, before giving a slight nod. “Get back to the house. All of you. We’ll regroup there. The forest isn’t safe yet.”
We began moving slowly, every step heavy with fatigue. The warriors spread out around us, vigilant and alert, guarding our flanks as we made our way back toward the packhouse. The forest was eerily silent—no birdsong, no rustling insects, no whispering wind. It was as if the shadows had stolen every sound when they vanished.
At the edge of the main grounds, pack members waited anxiously. Their faces were etched with fear and concern as they watched us step into the open. Children clung tightly to their parents, while older wolves stared wide-eyed at the damaged earth and broken trees behind us.
Petra raised her voice, firm and commanding. “It’s over for now! Everyone inside! No one leaves their homes until we say otherwise!”
Slowly, people began to move, though their eyes remained fixed on us—especially on Asher. His mark still glowed faintly, and whispers spread through the crowd like a breeze rustling through leaves.
“Is that Asher?”
“He’s glowing.”
“I thought he didn’t have power.”
“What happened out there?”
Asher ignored the murmurs, gently guiding me toward the steps of the packhouse, his hand resting lightly on my back. Gage followed close behind, every movement heavy with exhaustion.
Inside, the atmosphere was thick with tension. Dennis called a swift meeting in the great hall. Warriors and senior members gathered around the large table, while the three of us stood quietly to the side as they discussed the recent events.
Dennis’s voice filled the room. “We don’t know where those creatures came from or what they want, but they were organized. They knew exactly where to strike. And they were after something—or someone.”
Petra added, “They appeared right where the heir bond was strongest.” Her eyes locked onto mine. “That’s no coincidence.”
Heat rushed to my cheeks. “You think they were coming for me?”
“No,” Asher said before anyone else could respond. “They weren’t just after you. They wanted all of us. The bond. Whatever this connection is—it’s what they seek—or what they fear.”
Dennis nodded slowly. “Either way, they’ll come back. And next time, it won’t just be shadows.”
The room fell silent.
Gage’s voice was low. “So what do we do now?”
“We prepare,” Dennis said firmly. “Strengthen the barriers, double the patrols, and keep everyone indoors after dark. And you three,” he said, looking directly at us, his expression unreadable, “you need to learn control. Power like that is a gift, but also a danger. If it turns against you, it could destroy everything.”
I nodded slowly, already aware of the truth in his words. The power still buzzed beneath my skin—restless, alive, as if waiting for something.
Asher reached for my hand, steadying me instantly. “We’ll train,” he assured. “We’ll learn to use it properly.”
Dennis gave a curt nod. “Good. Because whatever those things were, they won’t stop here.”
The meeting ended, and the warriors returned to their posts. Gage went to tend to the injured, leaving Asher and me standing near the back door, watching the last golden rays of the sun fade behind the trees.
For a long moment, neither of us spoke. The silence between us was heavy but calm.
Then Asher finally broke it. “You did well out there.”
I turned to him, surprised by the praise. “We both did. You… you found your strength. Your power. It was incredible.”
A faint smile tugged at his lips. “I didn’t know I had it until I felt you through the bond. It unlocked something inside me.”
I nodded slowly, warmth rising in my chest. “It’s real now. The bond. Not just a mark.”
His eyes softened as he looked at me. “It’s always been real.”
Before I could reply, the door creaked open and Gage entered, wiping sweat from his brow. “All clear for now,” he said. “The pack’s safe. No sign of more shadows.” He paused, glancing at us. “But they’ll be back. I can feel it.”
“I know,” I said quietly. “But next time, we’ll be ready.”
We spent the following hours helping wherever we could—patching walls, checking on wounded pack members, soothing frightened children. The air still felt heavy, thick with lingering fear, but beneath it was something stronger: a growing sense of resilience.
When night finally fell, I stepped outside for a moment, gazing up at the moon rising over the forest. It was full and bright, casting a pale glow over the scarred clearing where the battle had taken place. The earth was wounded but healing, just like us.
Asher joined me, his presence warm and steady beside me. “You should rest,” he said softly.
“I will,” I replied, though I remained rooted to the spot. “It’s strange, isn’t it? The shadows tried to break us—but they only made us stronger.”
He looked out over the dark forest, his expression unreadable. “They’ll come again. But next time, we won’t just fight back.”
I turned to him, curious. “What do you mean?”
He met my gaze with quiet determination. “We’ll find where they’re coming from. And we’ll end it.”
I nodded, my heart steady with resolve. “Together.”
A faint smile crossed his lips. “Always.”
We stood there for a while longer, the bond humming softly between us—steady, alive. Behind us, the packhouse was quiet now, filled with sleeping wolves. The night was calm, but I could feel the storm waiting beyond the trees—something darker, stronger, watching.
The shadows were not gone. They were waiting.
But so were we.
And next time, they wouldn’t find us unprepared.
Conclusion
The chapter closes on a note of weary triumph and quiet determination, capturing the fragile balance between vulnerability and strength that defines the characters’ journey. Despite the physical and emotional toll of the battle, the bond between them emerges as a source of unwavering support and newfound power. The lingering threat of the shadows casts a shadow of uncertainty, yet it also ignites a collective resolve to face the challenges ahead with courage and unity.
In this moment of calm after the storm, the characters find solace in each other and in the resilience of their pack. The scars left on the land mirror their own wounds, both healing slowly but never forgotten. As night falls and the forest holds its breath, the promise of standing together against the darkness shines as a beacon of hope, affirming that whatever comes next, they will confront it side by side.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
The next chapter promises to delve deeper into the consequences of the battle and the awakening of the mysterious power within Asher and the bond they share. Emotions will run high as the characters grapple with the weight of newfound abilities and the ever-present threat looming over their pack. Tensions may rise, not only from external dangers but also from the internal struggles of control and trust that come with such immense power.
Expect moments of quiet intensity juxtaposed with bursts of action as the group begins to prepare for the inevitable return of the shadows. Relationships will be tested, and the fragile calm after the storm might prove to be a deceptive lull. Asher’s resolve to find the source of the threat hints at a journey fraught with peril and revelation, one that will challenge the bonds between them all in unexpected ways.
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