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Boone had a preliminary report from one of the medical techs at the hospital. An injectable form of iron typically used to treat an iron deficiency in humans had been used to poison Shale. Zee had told him Brandon had used iron in an attempt to poison Shale. Had the Day siblings not been at the hospital, there right outside the room as Brandon went about his fatal task, Shale likely would have died.

There was no truth to the bullshit mythology about shifters and silver.

But the Fae and iron?

The Fae could die from iron poisoning. Painfully.

How had Grady... Brandon known about Shale’s ancestry?

Niko hadn’t.

They were watching him. They looked. His history isn’t hidden. You never looked. We never looked.

Why had Brandon done so?

The pieces falling together in Niko’s mind teased his killing rage back to the surface.

No. The Appalachia pack hadn’t dug into Shale’s background because Niko and Shale had been friends for years; he’d trusted the big bastard with the laughing green eyes and lyrical voice instinctively, as had his beasts. More, his father had trusted Shale. The pack had followed suit.

So if Brandon had looked into Shale’s background hard enough to find his Fae heritage, it was because somebody other than Niko, his father, the former Prime, or anybody within the pack had wanted the knowledge.

“There’s somebody close.”

Zee’s quiet warning had the beasts inside him crouching down in readiness.

Nobody threatened him or his pack.

Nobodythreatened his woman.

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