Celeste's POV
*****
We appeared right inside the academy grounds, just a few meters ahead of the main gates. The chilly night air was the first thing to greet me.
It felt… colder than normal. Which is saying a lot since my cold resistance has increased since I awakened my wolf.
'I can sense him.' my wolf spoke inwardly. 'He's still here.'
I relayed the same words to Azrael who frowned.
"Why didn't he teleport out of here then?" He asked, head tilting as he looked ahead. "I have a really bad feeling about this. If the wards have indeed corrupted professors and the Dean himself—"
"I know—" I tried cutting in but he made his voice firmer.
"The Dean alone is a very powerful witch in his own right," Azrael took a couple of steps forward. "If we're adding in even a few professors, it'll be hectic. Worst still if Professor Amelia is here."
My features twitched. "... So what are you saying?" I whispered, glancing back at the wrought iron gates. And the darkness beyond it.
