The Messenger( Iva) novel Chapter 31

Enough for Each Other-2

“We’re going home,” she said quietly

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The car pulled onto the road, carrying them back toward a house filled with silence, secrets, and a bonds that were slowly being torn apart, one unspoken truth at a time.

The moment the car stopped in front of the house, Iva unbuckled her seatbelt with mechanical movements, her body moving on instinct rather than will. She did not wait, did not look back, did not say a

word.

She opened the door and stepped out.

Rana watched in silence as her daughter crossed the small yard and went straight inside, her shoulders slightly hunched, as if she were bracing against a storm that never truly passed.

Iva did not come to the kitchen.

She did not pause at the counter, did not perch on the stool she always claimed as hers, did not start talking the moment she set her bag down.

She went straight to her room.

And something inside Rana broke.

She remained frozen in place for a long moment, staring at the empty kitchen chair, her chest aching with

a pain that felt too heavy to carry. Memories flooded her mind without mercy.

Iva at twelve, swinging her legs while Rana cooked/stealing bites and laughing when scolded.

Iva at fifteen, whispering secrets and gossip, eyes bright with dreams.

Iva just months ago, teasing her, helping chop vegetables, filling the house with warmth and noise.

Now the house felt… hollow.

Rana stepped inside slowly, the air thick and cold, as if the walls themselves had turned away from her. She looked around the kitchen, at the untouched counter, at the empty stool, and it felt like she had walked into a stranger’s home.

Her throat tightened.

Her eyes burned.

She blinked hard, forcing the tears back, refusing to let them fall.

Then the familiar pull of a mind link brushed against her senses.

“Rana,” the Luna’s voice echoed gently but firmly. “I need you.”

Rana closed her eyes for a moment, inhaling deeply, steadying herself. She wiped her cheeks quickly, smoothing her expression into something composed, something acceptable.

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With heavy steps, she moved back toward the door.

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Before leaving, she paused, her gaze lifting toward the staircase, toward Iva’s closed bedroom door.

“I’m here, my little pup” she whispered under her breath, though she knew her daughter could not hear her. “Always.”

Then, with one last lingering look, Rana turned and left the house, carrying her heartbreak with her, unanswered and unseen.

Back in her room, with the door finally closed behind her, Iva let out a breath she felt she had been holding for days.

The air rushed from her lungs in a shaky exhale, and only then did she realize how tight her chest had been, how every step outside that room felt like walking under the weight of an invisible hand pressing her down. She leaned her back against the door for a moment, eyes closed, letting the silence wrap around her like a fragile shield.

“It feels,” she whispered into the quiet, her voice barely audible, “like with every passing day my presence in this pack becomes heavier and heavier.”

She slid down until she was sitting on the floor, knees pulled to her chest.

“It’s like I’m being pushed to leave,” she continued softly. “Like everything is pointing in that direction. Every look, every word, every decision they make. Maybe… maybe this is how it’s supposed to be.”

Avalon stirred beneath her skin, warm and steady, a quiet presence that soothed the raw edges of her thoughts.

“Whatever happens,” Avalon replied gently, “you must never forget who you are. Who we are.”

Iva lifted her head slightly.

“We have a chosen destiny,” Avalon continued, her voice gaining quiet strength. “We are the Messenger, Iva. Never forget this. Our time to shine will come, and when it does everyone in this pack will regret the way they treated us.”

A pause, then softly but with certainty:

“They will all eat their words. Trust me.”

Iva swallowed, emotion tightening her throat, but she nodded.

“I trust you,” she murmured.

Her gaze drifted to her phone. Slowly, she reached for it, her fingers hesitating before she unlocked the

screen.

Her heart ached with the urge to check.

Just one look. Just to know. To open the sss address she created specially for her school application.

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