Ringleader

Dr. Hamish Stewart straightened a number of artifacts on his desk and peered out through the glass in his office door, trying to decide whether or not to let the students waiting there come in to ask him questions. After receiving the news he’d been looking for, a titillation crept through his skin, and he was afraid his joy might take shape in the form of pointy teeth, something he usually had control over, but given the situation, hiding them might be slightly more difficult.

There was no reason for him to call anyone to let them know the plan had been set in motion. In fact, doing so would be quite dangerous. When he’d originally been contacted, he was told precisely what to do—find out as much information as possible on the blood moon, organize a team that could not be tracked back to him or the man who’d messaged him, and find a way to utilize his discovery to get rid of certain members of LIGHTS once and for all. Now that they had permission for