THIRD PERSON’S POV
Luna Amara stared blankly through the window, at the vast garden stretched across her private garden. She’d been planting roses since the minute she lost her child, her baby.
The one who would’ve been Luna of blood moon pack. She sighed, her shoulders taut as her husband placed a hand on them, squeezing them softly. “Love, the doctor said you skipped your routine checkup,” he said in his ever soft voice.
All his life, he lived for his wife and their only daughter. He ruled Bloodmoon pack with so much charisma, and aura. Hell! He was teaching Lyra his four year old daughter the basics of being Luna—training, and honing her young bones. Alpha Lincoln could remember fondly how his mate, Luna Amara would tease him about starting out too early on Lyra’s Alpha training.
