My Alpha's Mark
If it did, I shook my head, I’d have a whole different problem.
Instead of answering, Clara smiled and the windows went dark. Everyone but the witches jumped. The room was covered in darkness.
“Yes,” Clara said, her eyes twinkling as she held Jake’s attention. “The darkness chose me. It’s a reactive type of power, meaning it reacts to what I wish. The darkness doesn’t have to obey me but it chooses to listen to me. If I don’t want something, it won’t react. If I want something, it does it, it won’t do anything I don’t want. For example, when I’m sleeping, it won’t do anything. There have been times when I’ll have a nightmare and it’ll do what I want. It’s attached to my mind.”