Skywalker gave a sad chuckle, shaking his head at Edaline’s inquiry. “No. I’ve never had a mate; I don’t even really have any family. I mean, I have half-siblings on my father’s side, a bunch of them. But I have never known them. They’re scattered to multiple packs, them and their children. My mother, brother, sister, and niece are long dead; my siblings and mother were killed in Phobus’ War, and my niece, my sister’s daughter, drowned not long after that tragedy. My father died in Beartooth’s War, named for him. I only know of a few half-siblings, but knowing the type of creature my father was, I’m sure I have many more I have never seen or heard of.” Elara had named Skywalker because she had intended for him to accomplish great things . . . as she had told him, he would grow up to walk the very sky. And he supposed he did sort of that, by flying.

“Lord is there anyone?”