On the third day after Yuna left, Damon was stunned for a long moment when he woke up that morning.The main house was unusually quiet.No one came in to open the door.No one had taken the coat he'd tossed over the chair last night to warm it by the fire.No one had scolded him for staying up late going through files, then quietly placed a bowl of warmed broth on the table, muttering, "I'm just afraid you'll drop dead in the council hall and embarrass the pack," all while moving more silently than anyone else.Damon sat up, his gaze landing on the empty sofa.Yuna used to curl up there, going through the ledgers sent from the borders.When she got bored, she'd toss her pen at him, forcing him to come outside for a walk.He had always thought she was stubborn, complicating the simplest things.But now, the pen that used to always fly at him was gone too.He frowned and went downstairs. When he passed the dining room, he found himself asking without thinking, "Yuna didn't eat
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