She cocked her head to the side, listening to the sounds of the town around them. Then, she closed her eyes and opened her senses. Yes, werewolves could sense some supernatural things, but nothing seemed out of place here.

"I thought, at first, they were using mountain ash, but I haven't smelled it anywhere." Brigid didn't bother to hide what she was. There wasn't any point. And she had a feeling that to do so would offend the archangel.

She wanted to ask so many questions. Questions about the truth of the Bible, questions about Raphael himself. But she didn't. Because while she was interested in history, in finding out everything, her fear of archangels was far stronger than her curiosity.