Now was not a time for politics. Now wasn't a time for discussions or being nice. Each second he was delayed could potentially be life-threatening for Lilith, so right from the start, Castiel went all out.
If he was going to be Castiel, then he needed to feel like Castiel. He needed to feel the strength, and he needed the arrogance that came with the strength. Sometimes words were more important than actions.
As Atlas talked, his aura intensified, reaching far and wide. If his aura was like a small pond before, now it was like a massive tsunami.
He didn't know how the Werewolves were going to react, but that was the last thing he was going to worry about.
For a moment, there was complete silence as the Werewolves sensed the overwhelming aura. The aura didn't just fill the surroundings but also covered most of the city.
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"This Aura?"