Moonlight In Chains (Trinity and Asher) novel Chapter 151

**The Day He Forgot He Hated Me by Evangeline Marrow**

**CHAPTER 151**

The days that followed took on an entirely new essence, as if the world itself had shifted beneath our feet.

The sky above us refused to settle into a single hue, morphing from a soft, shimmering gold to a fierce, blood-red that made the trees appear as though they were weeping light. The atmosphere was electric, thick with an anticipation that felt almost sentient, as if the very fabric of reality was holding its breath, waiting for something monumental to unfold.

Training sessions continued, relentless and unforgiving.

In fact, they intensified.

Eryx pushed us all—me, Asher, Gage, Arlo, Kaelen, and Kaelric—beyond the limits of our endurance. His voice was firm, resonating with a sense of urgency, as he reminded us that the closer we drew to the Eclipse, the stronger we needed to become. Each night, the mark on my chest seared with a fiery intensity, pulsing rhythmically as if it were a heartbeat that belonged to someone else.

We battled through drills until sweat streamed down our faces and our lungs screamed for respite. The air crackled with raw energy whenever all six of us pushed our limits, our powers colliding like opposing magnets. The others seemed to thrive under the pressure, but for me, it was becoming increasingly unbearable. The mark demanded more from me with each passing day.

Sleep evaded me at night. The moon above was undergoing a transformation, a shadow creeping across its surface, devouring it slowly.

The Eclipse was looming closer.

That particular morning, thunder rolled across the ground before dawn, a sound that resonated deep within the earth.

It wasn’t the rumble of an approaching storm… it was something far more primal. It felt as though the very ground was fracturing beneath us.

I leapt from my bed, propelled by an instinctual urgency, and rushed to the window. The sky was a tumultuous swirl of dark gray and black clouds, alive with jagged flashes of lightning that flickered continuously, as if veins of energy were coursing through the heavens.

“Asher!” I shouted.

He was already halfway through the door, his bare feet silent against the floor, his eyes sharp and alert. “Do you feel that?” he asked, his voice a low murmur.

I nodded, my heart racing. “Yeah. It’s beginning.”

He quickly donned his shirt, the fabric clinging to his form as he moved with purpose. “Then we need to get moving.”

As we stepped outside, the pack was already gathering near the training field, a sense of urgency palpable in the air. Eryx stood at the forefront, his cloak billowing dramatically in the wind. Kaelen and Kaelric flanked him, their bodies tense, ready for action. Gage and Arlo were positioned nearer to the center of the crowd, their hands already glowing with a faint orange hue—the manifestation of their powers. It looked like flickering flames but felt warm and nurturing, like the sun’s embrace.

Then, without warning, the wind ceased.

Silence enveloped us.

And the sky tore open.

Three blinding figures emerged from the rift, light radiating from their forms like a beacon in the dark. They hovered momentarily before descending to the ground, their robes whispering against the earth.

The Guardians.

A collective stillness fell over the crowd.

Their masks shimmered like rippling water, and their eyes burned with an ethereal white light.

Eryx’s hand twitched at his side, a flicker of unease crossing his features. “You shouldn’t be here yet,” he stated, a hint of authority in his tone.

The central Guardian tilted its head, its voice reverberating through the air—layered and cold. “We have come to collect what was promised.”

Before anyone could react, Asher stepped forward, his stance protective. “You’re not taking her.”

The Guardian’s luminous gaze shifted to him, its voice devoid of warmth. “The wolf speaks of love. But love does not rewrite destiny.”

A low growl rumbled in Asher’s throat, the air around us vibrating with tension.

Eryx interjected, positioning himself between Asher and the Guardian. “You made your deal with me, not her. The promise was broken long ago. She owes you nothing.”

The Guardian’s voice deepened, resonating like thunder. “She is of the Eclipse blood. She is the balance that was sealed. When the shadow consumes the moon, she will choose.”

“Choose what?” I asked, my voice trembling with uncertainty.

The Guardian turned its gaze towards me, its expression inscrutable. “To live… or to become what she was born to be.”

A searing pain erupted in my chest. The mark pulsed violently, causing me to stumble back. Gage was by my side in an instant, his hand steadying me on my arm. His energy enveloped me, warm and grounding, and through our bond, I felt his focus anchoring mine.

When I opened my eyes again, the Guardians had vanished.

The wind began to stir once more, gentle at first, yet the air remained heavy with unspoken tension. Eryx’s expression was taut, his voice a low whisper. “The Guardians used our blood to seal the Eclipse centuries ago. That’s why it runs through you, Trinity. You are the balance. The key to what comes next.”

Kaelen’s brow furrowed in concern. “And if she fails?”

Eryx met my gaze, his eyes filled with a weighty seriousness. “Then the Eclipse wins. And everything burns.”

An uneasy silence settled among us.

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