The silence did not feel peaceful.
It felt incomplete.
Not broken.
Not fragile.
Just missing something I had not realized I depended on.
It was the third morning in a row that I woke before dawn and felt… nothing.
Not absence.
Not hum.
Not pressure.
Just a kind of emotional flatness I had never experienced in the past three years.
I sat upright in bed slowly.
Ezra stirred beside me.
“You’re awake early.”
“Yes.”
“You feel it.”
It was not a question.
“Yes.”
“What is it?”
“I don’t know.”
He closed his eyes.
Searched.
The bond between us was steady.
Warm.
Untroubled.
The territory beyond the estate was quiet.
Silvermoon was stable.
Lycan Court reported no disturbances.
Resonance—though no longer active in the old way—was not flickering.
It was simply…
Neutral.
“Is
