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Kyrian did not wake angry, he woke up empty. Not the fragile kind of emptiness that trembled and begged and hoped. Not the hollow ache that once throbbed whenever Damon turned away, this was different. The suppression had burned through him like wildfire, stripped something raw from beneath his ribs and left behind scorched earth. The bond still existed faint, dulled, distant but it no longer clawed at him, It no longer reached and in that silence, something inside Kyrian shifted. He lay in his bed in the pack house, staring at the ceiling, listening to the subtle movements outside his door. Guards. Always guards now. Two stationed at the corridor entrance. One posted discreetly near the courtyard whenever Kyrian was permitted outside. The elders called it precaution but Kyrian called it surveillance. “You’re to report to Head Steward Mara in the morning,” the guard said stiffly. “Pack house staff rotation. Direct order.” Kyrian stood very still. “From the council?” he asked.