In the grand hall of the vampire castle, Aaron sat across from the King of the vampires and the Alpha of the werewolves. The tension in the room was palpable, and the Alpha seemed determined to provoke Aaron at every turn for some reason. The King, on the other hand, attempted to maintain a diplomatic tone.
"We need to work together," the King explained, his voice measured and diplomatic. "The wizards and witches from our previous world pose a significant threat to us here. We must combine our strengths to ensure our survival."
The Alpha, however, seemed intent on pushing Aaron's buttons. He sneered and taunted, "But can we trust a mere human like him, especially one with such a weak presence?"
Aaron clenched his fists, his anger simmering just beneath the surface. "Enough!" he finally snapped, his voice tinged with irritation. "You will show me some respect."
