An Unwanted Admirer's Gambit

I stood in the suffocating heat of the afternoon sun, watching as Oscar Holloway and his film crew snapped pictures of various locations around our pack lands. This tour had already taken twice as long as I'd planned, and my patience was wearing dangerously thin.

"This is simply perfect for the climactic confrontation scene," Oscar gushed, framing the clearing with his hands as if capturing it on film. "The natural light filtering through these trees creates exactly the mood we need."

I nodded curtly, checking my watch for the fifth time in the last hour. Every minute spent with this crew was a minute I wasn't spending with Seraphina. The memory of her lips on mine this morning lingered persistently, making these obligations feel even more tedious.