LUCIEN’S POVI slammed my fist into the wall.Craçk.Pain shot up my arm, sharp, grounding, but it didn’t touch the storm inside me.Not even close.“Answer me,” I growled, voice low, dangerous.Silence.Not from the room.From him.My wolf.For the first time in my life, he wasn’t there.I paced the center of my study, my boots hitting the marble in uneven, sharp beats. The sound echoed too loudly, mocking me. My shoulders were tight, my jaw aching. My fingers flexed, restless—aching to break something.“Come out,” I ordered. “Now.”Nothing.No presence.Just emptiness.My chest rose sharply.That had never happened before.Not once in twenty-seven years.Not when I was a boy, barely able to control the beast inside me.Not when he tore through trained warriors like they were nothing but paper.Not when he nearly ripped my own men apart during a challenge.He had always been there—loud, relentless, impossible to ignore.Now there was nothing.Just silence.And it was worse than any r
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