THE HIGH ALPHA
It clicked in that moment. The horror on her face was a masterpiece. "Death… that is why you want… them…"
"Exactly!" I replied, the thrill of being understood finally warming my cold blood. "Nothing works for my condition but the blood or flesh of beings with essences like mine. Death-wielders."
"Then why kill her people?"
I needed an army that patrolled every border—an army of the undead that answered only to me. I had planned this for centuries. After all the years I had lived, 'Alpha' was too small a title for the power I wished to wield. I would be something above all Alphas, but I needed a threat that only I could control, one that would force the world into submission.
"You will see soon," I said, my plans already unfolding in my mind. "But when you see them, I think I would like to name them Nightmares. It suits my theme."
