Azrael's POV
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8:15pm, Male dormitory building.
The events of tonight flashed through his mind like film reels. He stood by his window, looking down at the academy. There was a good view of the old blood Oak tree from up here—one that let him watch the professors, Dean and enforcers at work around the blood and body parts.
Azrael tapped his fingers slowly on the window's edge. There was something wrong. Actually, he could list a plethora of things that were 'wrong' from tonight's events.
First off, how did the beasts break into the academy? He'd done his research, and he knew the entire compound and even some space beyond it were covered in layers of wards. Which kept the creatures of the night away.
Except vampires, of course. They had better, unique ways of blending in without being detected by the magic systems.
