Atlas' POV
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6:30pm, Crimson Expanse audience section
He moved.
The second the surge happened. The second Celeste's magic slammed into him through the bond—he moved from his seat in search of Silas.
One of the other mates had to have felt that too.
Perhaps Azrael would've been a better fit to ask, as he was a witch too. But Atlas was cautious around that man. Something about his entire being troubled his spirit since that night.
Blood. Fiery eyes that seemed like portals to hell.
'Until I can understand what I'm dealing with,' he thought to himself when he got closer to Silas, spotting him in his seat amongst a sea of Bloodoak students. 'Azrael Vaelmont will remain an unidentified threat.'
Luther Hale wasn't the best fit to ask either.
From the day he discovered he and the Alpha were meant to watch over Celeste, he knew they wouldn't get along. He was right.
"Silas," Atlas flicked his wrist when he got close enough.
