The Messenger( Iva) novel Chapter 365

Despair

Despair

One day transformed into two.

Two became a week.

And to everyone’s disbelief and despair, one week became a month.

A month of searching. A month of hoping. A month of slowly, agonizingly losing faith.

The castle had become a place of shadows and silence, its once-bustling corridors how empty and echoing. The laughter that had once filled the halls had faded, replaced by the heavy weight of grief and fear. The guards moved with heavy steps, their eyes downcast, their shoulders slumped The servants spoke in hushed whispers, their voices trembling with the strain of living in a home

that had lost its heart.

Iva was gone.

And no one could find her.

Caleb had become a shadow of his former self.

The man who had once been the picture of strength and composure was now a hollow shell, his

eyes sunken and dark with exhaustion, his face lined with grief that had aged him beyond his years. He rarely slept, barely ate, and when he did speak, his voice was flat, devoid of emotion.

His inner beast was completely unhinged.

The Lycan that lived within him, once a source of strength and protection, had become a wild,

untamed force of destruction.

Caleb’s outbursts of temper became the norm-a slammed door here, a shattered piece of furniture there, a roar of frustration that echoed through the castle like thunder. The guards had learned to give him a wide berth, and even the bravest of them flinched when they saw him

coming.

The harmony that had once defined the royal castle was gone, replaced by a gloomy atmosphere that weighed down on everyone who walked its halls. The servants moved through their duties in silence, their faces pale. The guards kept their eyes averted. The King and Queen walked through the corridors with heavy hearts, their hands clasped together as if they were trying to hold onto

each other to keep from drowning.

The search for Iva had been relentless, but fruitless.

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Despai

They had tried everything.

They had sent trackers across the kingdom, scouring every corner of every territory, following

every lead and rumor. They had interviewed hundreds of witnesses, cross-referenced thousands

of documents, analyzed countless hours of surveillance footage. They had offered a reward so

vast that it would have made a lesser kingdom weep with envy.

But it was as if the earth had swallowed her.

No trace. No clue. No sign of where she had been taken or who had taken her.

Desperate times called for desperate measures.

Attia and Lori had visited multiple times, their faces etched with worry and exhaustion. They had joined the search efforts, using their own resources and contacts to try to find any trace of Iva. Loki had spent sleepless nights poring over maps and documents, her medical training giving her a unique perspective on the clues they had gathered.

Attia had mobilized his new pack, sending wolves to every corner of the kingdom in search of their

lost Crown Princess.

But the results were always the same.

Nothing.

The final blow came when they turned to magic.

The royal mages had been summoned, their faces grim, their hands steady as they performed the ancient rituals. They had attempted every spell, every incantation, every divination technique in their arsenal. For hours, they had worked, their voices chanting in unison, their magic filling the

room with an otherworldly glow.

And then, the answer came.

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