The Messenger( Iva) novel Chapter 28

School Drama-2

Each word hit like a blow

Then he turned his back on her.

Just like that.

Iva stood frozen, chest aching, tears burning behind her eyes, as the last echoes of his words settled deep

inside her.

And somewhere beneath her skin, Avalon growled softly-not in pain, but in fury.

Iva forced herself back into class, her legs heavy, her chest still tight from the encounter in the library. She slid into her seat and lowered her gaze, pretending to care about the lesson, pretending that everything was normal.

It wasn’t.

She could feel it almost immediately once everyone was present for the lesson.

Two drilling looks burned into her back like hot iron.

Mark.

Ella.

She didn’t need to turn around to know they were watching her. Her newly sharpened senses made it impossible to ignore-the tension in the air, the spike of hostility, the sharp tang of anger and desperation clinging to their scents. They were furious. And scared.

She was a sitting duck.

Her fingers tightened around her pen as her mind raced. It was only a matter of time before they circled her somewhere isolated. A hallway. The bathrooms. The forest path behind the school. Somewhere without witnesses.

“Damn it… this is the last thing I need right now.”

She swallowed hard.

Even if she promised them she wouldn’t open her mouth-and she wouldn’t-they wouldn’t believe her. People like Mark and Ella never did. Their need to bury the truth would only grow, and desperation always turned into cruelty.

Pain, she could handle.

She had lived with it for years. Training at dawn, collapsing at night, bruises hidden under clothes, pushing herself until her muscles screamed just to prove she wasn’t weak.

But this time was different.

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School Dram

Mark and Ella wouldn’t fight fair.

+25 Points

They had a whole clique behind them-wolves eager to impress the future Beta, eager to tear down the runt, eager to look away This could only end one way.

With her getting hurt.

And getting hurt was the last thing she could afford, especially now.

Firstly, she had to attend the graduation ceremony. She needed that diploma-it wasn’t just a piece of paper, it was proof, a key, something she would need once she left this pack behind. And secondly, she couldn’t run away if she was injured, couldn’t run, couldn’t shift properly.

“Think, Iva. Think.”

Her heart pounded as the seconds dragged by. She stared at the board without seeing it, her mind spinning through possibilities.

Skip class? Too obvious.

Hide in the bathrooms? They’d find her.

Ask a teacher for help? The idea tasted bitter-she already knew how that would end.

Then, suddenly, a thought surfaced.

Risky.

Uncertain.

But it might work.

Her hands trembled slightly as she pulled out her phone beneath the desk. She hesitated only for a second before typing.

Mom… I’m not feeling well at all today. I know it’s a lot to ask, but can you please pick me up from school? Please.

She stared at the screen, her breath shallow.

Avalon stirred uneasily. “Do you really think she will come?” her wolf asked, doubt threading through her voice.

Iva swallowed. “Mom is the only one who was always on my side,” she replied silently. “She spent years trying to compensate for Dad’s coldness. And…” her chest tightened, “I think she feels guilty. About what they’re planning for us. I’m trying to use that. Just this once.”

The seconds stretched unbearably long.

Then-

Ping.

Her breath caught as she read the reply.

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