SERAPHINA'S POV
My fingers trembled as I took the envelope and opened it.
Inside were documents. Heavy parchment edged with sigils I recognized instantly, authority pressed into every line of ink.
Edward Lockwood’s signature sat at the bottom of each, above his personal seal.
My gaze skimmed over the legal jargon, catching only on the words that mattered: restoration, recognized status, full rights and standing.
Then I reached the final declaration.
‘This document hereby restores all legal, social, and pack-recognized identities to Seraphina Lockwood, of the Lockwood bloodline, and Seraphina of Frostbane, rightful member of the Frostbane Pack by blood, bond, and birth—without reservation, condition, or limitation.’
Tears blurred my vision before I even noticed they had begun to fall.
They splattered the parchment, dark and imperfect, blooming across my father’s careful script before slipping down the backs of my hands.
