que sera, sera

"Drashiel is a brother of mine." Valentine wasn't surprised by this statement. He'd never asked Drashiel who his father was, there'd been no reason to, but he suspected that he belonged to that horny old geezer who used to inhabit the north.

"What of him?" What indeed? Having simply been seeking to make a connection, he hadn't really had more to say on the matter. He shrugged, his expression solemn, and said, "He was a good friend of mine, a good packmate and a great alpha. It's a pleasure to meet a sibling of his." It was a shame that he was gone. Valentine was certain he could have been Imperium's greatest asset.