The Forbidden Frozen Fruit

Lachlan still wasn’t certain in what he wished to do with his freedom. It seemed for a while he was finished with pack life, he was going his own way and taking care of himself. There was a thought in his mind that continued to grow the more time he spent with Tyrian. The man had put on quite the show even with such short notice of Lachlan’s presence and if the boy hadn’t already been falling for the handsome king he certainly was now. Swoon was never a word he expected to use, but that was exactly what happened. He felt special when he was with Tyrian, like he really meant something to the saber fanged man.

He’d stayed close to Fireside, uncertain of his future but loathe to go very far from the wolf that wove so skillfully into his heart. He wandered the orchard, amazed at the ice that clung to the fruit still on the branches. It was like the whole forest was covered in a layer of ice. Bright blue eyes wondered at his surroundings before a familiar scent washed over him. Curious and eager Lachlan trotted forward. ”Sio?” He called out curiously as he searched for his sister’s gray form.