Draven's POV
The bank manager personally escorted us to a private room adjacent to the vault. After I entered the password and used my key, an attendant brought in my safe deposit box and left us alone.
Opening the drawer unleashed a flood of emotions I wasn't prepared for. My fingers trembled slightly as they brushed over the numerous velvet boxes containing my family's treasures. My wolf Alaric whined softly within me, feeling my pain and nostalgia.
These were my mother's jewels, my father's watches and cufflinks—items deeply personal to my family, each carrying its own history.
As happy as I was to be marrying my mate, the knowledge that my parents' deaths were no accident reopened wounds I thought had healed. Howard had robbed them of witnessing this moment. He had stolen their cha
