I slammed my palm against the conference table, making everyone jump.
"For the last time, Oscar, we're not changing the narrative to portray werewolves as the villains. This documentary is meant to educate humans, not perpetuate harmful stereotypes."
Oscar Holloway, the director with his pretentious scarf and horn-rimmed glasses, sighed dramatically. "With all due respect, Chairman Valois, conflict sells. We need something edgy to capture the audience."
"Then find another way," I growled, feeling my patience evaporate completely.
The meeting had dragged on for three hours already, and my wolf was restless. Earlier, I'd caught Seraphina's scent in the hallway鈥攖hat intoxicating mix of vanilla and honey that drove me wild. I'd wanted to find her immediately, but got trapped in this endless discussion instead.
Hannah Norton, the actress they'd hired as the documentary's host, giggled and pressed herself closer to me. "Adrian's right. We should focus on authenticity."
