It would be a disaster. Some of them are too frail to travel and some are too wrapped up in how things used to be to truly appreciate our position in the world. Imagine if Jophiel was given a free reign? He’d be badmouthing Raphael left and right because he still thinks homosexuality is the mark of Satan.” Ariel ran her hands through her hair, completely exasperated. She was sitting with her brother Gabriel, the Alpha, and his mate, Raphael at the huge council table in the ceremonial chamber of Castle Archangel. The three of them were working through the requests of the older members of the People, the ones who hadn’t faded into death, despite the tragic decline of their race as a whole. “Beggars can’t be choosers. Have you ever heard of that saying, Ariel?” Gabriel flicked a finger at the stack of papers. Each one was a letter from one of the oldsters. “We need their wisdom.” “Why? Because they saw it coming? What part? The demon who’d taken over Samael or the sudden revelation to the humans that angels were real beings?”
