the shepherd boy

When he wasn’t thinking about the sheep and all they needed of him, Lach’s mind often wandered to the handsome alpha of Fireside. They’d met by complete chance at that party that felt like a lifetime ago now, but it had completely changed the course of his life. Meeting Tyrian that night set him on the path he was meant to be on, he’d sent him towards this flock of sheep and a different life. It was all so much to think about, but Tyrian was without a doubt the catalyst that ignited this passion within him.

Lachlan was on edge that night, he wasn’t sure why. The moon was doing odd things, there was a tension in the air he couldn’t quite put his nose on. Something was out there, and Lachlan didn’t appreciate the threat to his sheep. His ivory tail swished at his hips with the nervous energy that was gathering within and he jumped when Tyrian’s voice reached his russet ears.

Had he seen that? Lachlan’s clear blue eyes scanned the surrounding areas again, but he hadn’t caught sight of anything out of the ordinary. ”I don’t see anything,” He whispered as Tyrian reached his side. ”I feel it though.” He continued, instinctively leaving against Tyr’s side for his support.