“I’ve never treated you like that. I’d never treat you like that!” A low growl filtered through the air as Valon’s anger rose. “I have done nothing, but treat you like a brother our entire lives! I wouldn’t care if you had six heads and were born on the outer edges of Y’aknar. You’re my friend and that’s all that mattered.”

He could feel himself loosing the battle…Bram was going to leave. “You don’t have to run away just because of your heritage. Your not like the rest of them and you never were –“ Valon regretted the statement the moment it left his lips.