All Chapters of The Golden Luna: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Cara’s POV I was sitting through yet another round of meditation, one of the many things I was required to do to help my predicament when a maid came to call me. “Your father would like to see you, My lady.” She said with a curtsey and my nerves rattled immediately. Taking a deep breath, I rose and made my way to him, already dreading the meeting. He rarely requested my presence these days. He seldom smiled when he did see me. After all, what reason did he have to smile? I— once his pride and joy— was now the sole source of shame to our great pack and no matter how hard I tried, there was nothing I could do about it. My heart pounded in my chest as I stood outside his study, fingers trembling on the brass handle. The heavy oak door loomed in front of me, a barrier between me and the inevitable disappointment that would be etched into my father’s face once I stepped in. I knew why he had summoned me. It was the same reason he always did. The wolf. My wolf—or rather, the lack of her.

Cara's POV The hall, once filled with mocking laughter and leering faces, fell into a stunned silence. Murmurs spread like wildfire as everyone processed what they had just heard. I myself, abandoned my manners and gaped at him, unable to believe he had actually said that. Even Darius who had preened over his control of the situation looked momentarily taken aback. He recovered quickly and let out a long, booming laugh filled with ridicule. When it finally died down, he looked at Lucien, eyes gleaming with barely controlled malice masked with a thin layer of amusement.“You? You want to claim her?” He mocked, his voice dripping with contempt. “I’m surprised you even bothered to show your face around here Lucien. I heard your claws have been clipped.”Lucien barely flinched, his calm, unflappable exterior firmly in place. He seemed a bit contained, but I wouldn’t at all describe him as a wolf without claws. He just didn’t seem all that interested in drawing them. “My claws are jus

Lucien’s POVThe heavy oak door of my study clicked shut behind me, sealing me in blessed silence. I exhaled, leaning back against it for a moment, allowing the weight of the day to rest on my shoulders. The decision to take Cara Wylder as my mate had been a strange one that surprised even me. I'd spent the entire journey trying to figure out why I'd done that. I still didn't exactly have the answers, nor could I particularly defend my decision before any of my people, but it had been done and I was damned if I was going to go back and forth on it. Straightening, I crossed to my desk, the intricate patterns carved into its surface barely visible beneath the stacks of correspondence, reports, and council summons. I ignored the bulk of it, reaching instead for the sealed letter sitting on its own. Breaking the wax seal with a sharp flick of my wrist, I skimmed the contents.It was another reprimand from my beloved council. Their disappointment in my failure to forge a political union