As the Lady Waycrest, Meredith had been smaller - only able to exert any influence behind the scenes, whether by convincing her husband or by her few contacts in the shadows of Kul Tiras, and certainly incapable of saving the life of a man she'd sworn to spend the rest of her life with. How cruel this disease, depriving her of the one thing she'd begged for.

But the Drust had answered her prayers, and now she had power and respect, a coven of witches who called her Mother to replace her ungrateful daughter and an army of soldiers who would never speak against her again, and it was all she'd ever wanted; if ending her own bloodline was the price she paid for an eternity of this, she'd pay it gladly.