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Dina winced as though the next words were torture.

“What is it?” The words scraped out of my throat as I forced myself to speak gently instead of allowing my impatience to show.

Dina turned to Chelsea and nodded.

“Oh. Right.” Chelsea straightened her shoulders. “We’re pretty sure the wolves had the witches coat the tips of their claws in nightshade, which is what killed the shifter.”

Bodey’s anger swirled into me, heating my blood. He growled, “Of course. Why not add poison to her ever-growing list of ways to harm others? The bitch wouldn’t know a fair fight if it slapped her in the face.”

“How the hell did they think to use that?” King Sutton rubbed his forehead.

“Witches.” Dina frowned. “This coven has no trouble ignoring the whole do no harm to others promise. But why would they still help after losing so many of their coven members?”

The room descended into tension-filled silence, every one of us absorbing the news.

We were wasting time.

Time we didn’t have.

A delay would only aff