Celeste's POV
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"I'm telling you, that's all we can remember," Dean Thorne insisted for the umpteenth time, still bound by my magic chains. "Varrick said something was off with the wards… we didn't see it at first, and then—everything just went dark."
He paused, eyes sweeping past each of us. "... I could hear her whispers as the chaotic energies consumed our minds."
"So," Rebecca cleared her throat, "you mean to tell me that one woman—a werewolf nonetheless—was able to bring down a group of Professors AND the academy's Dean?"
"It's hard to believe," Professor Varrick chimed, "until you're the one faced with her power."
"However she did it," the female witch professor added, "it's clear to us that she has some kind of help. From a very powerful witch maybe."
Azrael and I exchanged a glance at that last part. It's just like we'd been saying when I tried tracking Atlas. Which means—
