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Azazel

I owed them no explanations.

The moment Asher was attacked by Blackmaw’s dogs, I knew they'd laced their spears not only with wolfsbane—but with Ashpine.

That was reason enough to send every last one of them to the Goddess. I had warned them to keep their experimental hands away from anyone related to me after what my parents did, but dogs who do not listen must be put down.

It was the right call for Theron and Luka to invade Blackmaw—even if it nearly got Luka and her pup killed.

Ashpine had never been cured since its discovery. It has remained a slow, incurable death sentence for Lycans and it's rarely detected. But thanks to the four years I spent at Blackmaw I knew every trick they had under their sleeves.

The only way to save Asher was to drag Kade back to Warhaven while he still had answers sealed behind his teeth.

I had sworn never to let myself fall in love again. To never feel another bond, no matter what the Goddess intended. Not after Nynaeve.

Her death sealed my