The room fell into a heavy, almost surreal silence after Iva’s words.
Iva let out a small, shaky breath, her shoulders lowering slightly as if releasing a weight now that she could speak with someone about what really happened.
“There’s more,” she added quietly.
And Lori nodded immediately, still staring at her, still trying to process.
So Iva continued.
She told her everything.
How she ran.
How she crossed the pack borders with nothing but fear and determination pushing her forward, her heart breaking as she accepted Nick’s rejection, forcing herself not to look back, not to hope, not to wait.
How the nights were cold.
Lonely.
Unforgiving.
How she struggled to survive in the city, working the small job, barely earning enough, always looking over her shoulder, always afraid some
