The Broken Alpha
He kicked aside fallen branches and piles of perfect, gleaming fruits, their unnatural beauty hardly registering as he gave himself over to his heart.
He allowed it to pull him away from the ladder, though his head swore that she would be up there, lost somewhere in the treetop town. He’d seen her ascend a ladder just like this one, arms bound behind her back, but the bond between them simply shook its head. Trusting it had got him this far, so he turned away, slipping unseen back into the undergrowth.
Perhaps here his heritage would not only be accepted, but revered. Still, it was better to avoid discovery, to avoid having to find out what sort of reception awaited him.