Frost

Fresh out of prison, Frost had still been finding his way in post-battle Birmingham when Banshee walked out of the clubhouse for the last time. He didn't know how much he was going to miss her until she was gone. He'd had use of the fiery little sweetbutt anytime he wanted, so he hadn't considered turning her into something more. Now it was too late. She'd turned her back on the club, and it's nearly impossible to come back from that.Banshee couldn't bear being around Frost without being seen by him another day, so she'd walked out instead of accepting consequences for being a brat. Most days, she's certain she made the right decision. She'd been the club's plaything while she figured out where her life was going, but she was back on track now, and it didn't matter how much she'd cared for Frost, because he hadn't cared enough to tell her not to leave. Besides, there was no going back — not only because of what the club would require for her to make amends, but it would destroy her if Frost treated her as a faceless sweetbutt, no matter how badly she craved having him in her life.Can the lynx and the owl shifter find a way back to each other? With so many obstacles in their way, should they even try?