As Diana had witnessed with her mother, power was deeply addictive. One could crave the power and chase it until oblivion. That was what this usage of power would make of the tribe.
The filthy male beside Diana howled as he drank deeply of the alpha powers. Diana’s witchy sight could detect the flickering and flashing of lightning-like strands of jagged energy streaming out form Julia, as she charged the rogue pack with her presence and her magiks.
This was not something meant to be done whimsically and to this extent. Aurelia only ever bolstered the tribe in battle. She raised morale, and she invigorated the weak and declining fighters.
To use this alpha power in such a manner while nothing is happening, is comparable to dosing every lycan in here with a powerful, addictive stimulant
