Iva nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat. “I know. I… I won’t let them catch me. Not my father. Not the alpha. Not anyone.”
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The morning air was crisp as Iva made her way to the Greyhound station, each step measured, careful, her senses on high alert.
The streets were quiet, almost too quiet, but she welcomed the emptiness. Using these buses was riskier—they made stops along the way, the possibility of cameras, human eyes, and pack informants—but she had weighed the options and decided that the movement and anonymity the buses offered gave her a better chance of remaining undetected.
Avalon’s presence beneath her skin was a constant hum of reassurance and caution, keeping her wolf poised, ready to react.
She paused at the entrance to the station, scanning the crowd without dr
