Atlas' POV
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8:40 AM, Bloodoak Academy Grand Library.
"The Dean moving pieces?" Luther echoed his words. "Are you insinuating... He's behind all the crazy things happening in the academy these past couple of weeks?"
Atlas kept his expression plain.
So far, Luther was the only mate unaware of the reappearance of Miss Benedicta's body. Plus its disappearance—and those two notes found in Azrael's suite.
Celeste was the one who insisted it stay that way and he wasn't about to go against the wishes of his woman.
"I'm not insinuating anything yet, Luther." He kept his voice low and careful. "Just be observant. Stay low and make sure you don't do anything foolish."
"Foolish?"
"Like questioning the Dean," Atlas warned. "Until we understand what exactly we're dealing with, be mindful. Your Alpha status won't be able to save you if it's truly something ominous."
