The Messenger( Iva) novel Chapter 354

Elian Vance-1

Iva stood frozen, her heart hammering against her ribs like a caged bird desperate for escape. The red thread pulsed before her eyes, connecting her mother’s chest to the unknown man by the fountain, and she felt the weight of this revelation pressing down on her like a physical force. The world around her seemed to blur-the music, the laughter, the clinking of glasses-all of it faded into a distant hum as she grappled with the magnitude of what she had just discovered.

Her mother.

After everything Rana had endured-the years of a loveless bond, the pain of watching her daughter suffer, the courage it had taken to leave the only life she had ever known-the Goddess was offering her a second chance. A chance to find love. A chance to heal. A chance to build a future that was truly hers.

“Avalon,” she mind-linked her inner wolf, her mental voice trembling with the weight of the moment. “What do we do? How do we address this?”

Her wolf stirred within her, ancient and wise, her voice a low murmur that resonated through Iva’s very soul. She felt Avalon’s presence wrap around her like a warm blanket, steadying her racing heart.

“You do not play god, Iva. You remember Lori’s case. The pain of hiding the truth. The fear of rejection. The agony of waiting. You cannot control destiny-you can only guide it. The goddess has woven this thread for a reason. It is not for us to question, only to honor.”

Iva closed her eyes, taking a long, steadying breath. The memory of Lori’s anguish washed over her-the tears, the sleepless nights, the desperate hope that had nearly been extinguished by the Council’s cruelty. She remembered the weight of the secret, the burden of knowing the truth before her friend was ready to hear it.

“I know. I remember. I remember how much Lori suffered. How much Attia suffered. I won’t make the same mistakes. I won’t force my mother into a situation she’s not ready for. I won’t take away her choice.”

She opened her eyes, her gaze fixed on her mother, who was still laughing at something Maria had said. Rana’s face was open, relaxed, unguarded-a far cry from the wary, guarded woman Iva had known for so long. The years of pain had left their mark, but tonight, in the golden glow of the ballroom, Rana looked almost young again.

*I won’t interfere,* Iva decided, her resolve hardening. *I’ll let destiny take its course. I’ll let them find each other in their own time.*

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