The Messenger( Iva) novel Chapter 20

Escape Plans–2

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Escape Plans–2

Iva looked at her best friend, her expression calm in a way that surprised even herself.

“I would like to tell you,” she said quietly. “More than anything. But if I leave the pack… the Alpha will come to you.”

Lori frowned. “To me?”

Iva nodded. “They’ll question you. Pressure you. And knowing them… they might even enforce an Alpha command to make you speak.”

Lori paled.

“So the less you know,” Iva continued gently, “the safer you are.”

“Oh, Iva…” Lori whispered.

Her eyes filled with tears as she pulled Iva into a tight embrace, holding her like she might

disappear if she let go. “I hate this, I hate that you have to do this alone.”

Iva hugged her back just as tightly. “I won’t be alone,” she murmured. “Not really. I have Avalon.”

Shortly after, they returned to their classes.

The rest of the day blurred into a haze..

Iva blocked everything out–the whispers, the looks, the cruelty that clung to the hallways. When

lunch break arrived, she slipped away from the canteen without a second thought and headed

straight for the library.

The quiet there felt sacred.

She sat at one of the computers, her fingers trembling slightly as she logged in and opened her sss. She took a long breath.

“Okay, Iva,” she whispered to herself. “Time to plan your escape.”

Her inbox loaded.

Empty.

She stared at the screen for a moment, disappointment pressing against her ribs. “Just a little longer,” she murmured. “Be patient.”

She leaned back in the chair, memories surfacing.

After her father had rejected her intention to study so completely, she had listened to Lori’s advice

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and given herself options. That was how she had applied–quietly, secretly–to the Lycan Academy.

She knew it was a long shot.

But if, by some miracle, she was accepted, everything would change.

Three years of accommodation.

Three years of meals, uniforms, protection.

A full scholarship.

A place where no one would think about looking for her, because no one would ever imagine he being admitted along the Elites and Lycans.

She clasped her hands together under the desk. “Moon Goddess,” she whispered, almost shyly,

please.”

Her heart beat faster.

“By the end of this week, I’ll know,” she told herself. “They have already started sending acceptance

She opened her notes and counted her savings carefully, line by line. If she stretched it–if she was careful–she could survive for two months in human territory. All this was money gathered from

every gift, anniversary. She was not a big spender and now it helped.

After that, she would need a job. Any job. Cleaning, waitressing, stocking shelves–anything that

It’s possible.

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