That was healing

Mr Morales tilted his head with a knowing.

"I've been a minister for forty years," Mr Morales said calmly. "I've learned to sense when something is just different. You have the same feeling Annie had that night. That sense of being more than what you appear."

Killian considered lying, considered deflecting. But these people had just bared their souls, had confessed their greatest failures and deepest regrets. They deserved honesty in return.

"I'm not," he admitted. "Neither is Annie, as you've figured out. She's a fire witch. The power you saw that night—it's real. It's part of who she is."

"And you?"

"I'm a werewolf," Killian said simply. "From a very old, very complicated and vicious family."

To his surprise, Mr Morales didn't look shocked or frightened. He just nodded slowly, like this confirmed something he'd already suspected.

"The supernatural world," he said quietly. "It's real. All of it. Witches and werewolves and—what else? Vampires? Ghosts?"

"All of it," Killian confirmed.