Third person's pov Power was no longer something Kallum reached for. It succumbed to him now. He had it on the tip of his fingers and in his veins.He stood alone in the balcony of his chambers, his hands clasped behind his back, staring down at the pack grounds below. His subject moved like ants beneath him. Training, patrolling, laughing, living. Kallum lifted one hand slowly and the air bent. Not visibly, not yet but the space around his fingers wrapped as though his reality had learned to yield. A subtle curl of shadow slid between his knuckles, responding like a loyal beast. He smiled faintly “So eager," he mummered to no one as his eyes flashed red. ‘They feel you now,’ a voice answered him, a voice not entirely his own but he could hear it vividly in his head. Kallum didn't flinch, he had already learned the Darkforce didn't speak like mortals did and it didn't shout or command. It reminded me. "They should,” Kallum said firmly. "I am their Alpha.” ‘You are more."
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