Cooperate

The main hall of the alpha werewolf's palace was dimly lit, the air thick with a pungent odor of decay. A tattered carpet lay beneath Alex's feet, and rows of flickering candles lined the walls, casting long, dancing shadows.

At the far end of the hall, a burly, hairy man sat upon a throne, his gaze fixed on Alex as she stood at the entrance.

"Undead lord," the alpha werewolf's voice boomed, raspy and gruff, a hint of menace in his tone. "What brings you to my Skyreach Mountains?"

"You know me?" Alex asked, puzzled. She had no recollection of ever meeting the alpha werewolf of the Skyreach Mountains.

"More than just know you," the alpha werewolf chuckled, rising from his throne. "I've heard countless tales of the undead race's exploits lately. There's no denying the undead empire's strength. So, have you come to eliminate me?"