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RYAN
I faced Asher, he faced me, and Caspar faced neither of us, staring off into the distance.
"May I suggest we move away from this area? It reeks of death." Caspar's voice wasn't nearly as rough as it used to be. It had softened with regular use. He still slept out in the woods—at least, as far as I knew. He certainly wasn't sleeping in any of the pack houses.
Asher led us just far enough away from the scorch zone that we couldn't smell it anymore.
"What the f**k was that?"
Caspar glanced between us, but said nothing.
"I... I don't know." How could I explain it to Asher when I didn't even know myself?
Asher pinched the bridge of his nose. "Let's start at the beginning. When did you start tracking the phoenix?"
"I was prowling the perimeter. I... The only person I've told is K
