Modric’s POV
Velvera did not let the subject go.
I had already reached the cottage door when she spoke again.
“The Luna’s seal.”
My hand stopped on the handle.
For a moment, I thought I had misunderstood her.
I turned slowly. “What did you say?”
Velvera stood near the bedroom doorway with her robe pulled tightly around her body. The sadness on her face had disappeared, replaced by a careful expression I could not immediately read.
“I want a duplicate of the Luna’s ceremonial seal.”
The request made something cold move through me.
The Luna’s seal was not decoration. Mary Ann used it to approve food support, household spending, welfare requests, and official letters sent in the name of Ironclaw’s Luna. Certain documents required both the Alpha and Luna seals before pack resources c
