Walking into the conference room on the top floor of Feymere corp’s headquarters, I could feel the weight of dozens of eyes on me. My heightened werewolf senses picked up every whispered conversation, every elevated heartbeat, every curious smell marker in the room. The discreet glances quickly turned into stunned goggling when Cyric announced I was the new Vice President, working directly under him.
My office would be right next to his, a strategic move that would allow us to coordinate pack business alongside corporate matters. The top management attending the meeting hadn't been given advance warning, and their skepticism radiated through the room like a tangible force. I could smell their doubt, their confusion, their barely contained territorial instincts.
But at Feymere Corp,
