The air inside Augustus's office hung heavy with the scent of aged leather and the subtle hint of burning wood from the fireplace. The dim light cast long shadows on the oak-panelled walls. Augustus sat behind his intricately carved mahogany desk. The room was adorned with trophies from past hunts, and the howls of distant wolves could be heard in the background.
"It is not even a full moon night!" He muttered under his breath, thinking about the young werewolves who couldn't control their wolves till a full moon night.
Restless, Augustus drummed his fingers on the desk, his piercing grey eyes fixated on the map spread before him. The hours had passed, and the afternoon turned into an evening, but Augustus's eyes couldn't leave the map.
"Damn it!" He banged his fist on the table in frustration.