The Messenger( Iva) novel Chapter 43

Acceptance-tatter-!

Acceptance Letter-1

+25 Points>

As her gaze swept across the room, the reality hit her: she didn’t have her own laptop and this hostel definitely didn’t have one for public use. She hadn’t brought her tablet either, knowing that anything connected to her identity-her personal devices, emails, even her search history-could be traced back to her by her pack.

“Better safe than sorry,” she whispered to Avalon, swallowing a lump of frustration and fear.

She needed another way. One that didn’t leave breadcrumbs for her father, for the Alpha, or for anyone in the pack. Taking a deep breath, she rose and grabbed her backpack, feeling its reassuring weight against her side.

“We go, we get it done,” she told Avalon as they moved toward the door.

The street was quiet, the sun still lingering in the sky. Iva moved quickly but cautiously, alert to every sound and shadow, her wolf senses tingling with each step. She kept low, sticking to side streets, until she spotted a small store advertising second-hand phones and prepaid SIM cards. A surge of relief hit her- this was exactly what she needed.

Inside, she kept her hood low and eyes down, trying not to draw attention. The clerk, an older man with indifferent eyes, barely glanced at her. Iva made a beeline for the cheapest smartphone on the shelf, a battered model with scratches across the screen, but functional enough for her needs. She paired it with a prepaid SIM that promised internet access without any connection to her real identity.

As she handed over the few bills she had, her hands shook from the adrenaline and exhaustion of the past hours. Avalon whispered calm reassurance, and she felt her pulse slow just a fraction.

We are ready. We have the tools. Now everything else falls into place.

Back in the hostel, she sat on the edge of the bed again, the new phone warming in her hands. With trembling fingers, she activated it, setting up her sss’address.

Her heart jumped.

Her wolf stirred, sensing the tension and excitement radiating from her. Avalon whispered, This is it, Iva.

She clicked on the inbox, heart hammering so violently it almost drowned out the quiet hum of the room. Her breath hitched. Come on… come on…

And there it was. The subject line glared at her like a beacon: “Lycan Academy Admission: Notification.”

Her eyes went wide, almost disbelieving. Her hands shook so much she had to brace them against the edge of the desk. She clicked the sss open.

Dear Iva,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into the Lycan Academy’s full scholarship program for the upcoming term…

She froze, letting the words sink in. Her body was trembling with relief, disbelief, and an unexpected, overwhelming surge of joy.

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Acceptance Letter-!

+25 Points

She had done it. She had actually done it. All the meticulous planning, the hours of fear, the danger, the Tunning-they had led to this.

“I… I got it,” she whispered to Avalon, her voice cracking in disbelief. “I… I’m accepted. I can… I can actually do this.”

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