Graham's POV
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As I walked into the boss's office, a sense of apprehension gnawed at me. I had been successful in hunting down werewolves, earning praise and respect within the pack. However, when it came to the elusive werecats, I had hit a wall. They seemed to vanish without a trace, leaving me with nothing but frustration.
The boss, a formidable figure with sharp eyes and a commanding presence, looked up from his desk as I entered. "Graham, have a seat," he said, motioning to the chair opposite him.
I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves, and sat down. "Thank you, sir," I replied, my voice calm, despite the storm of emotions inside me.
"How's the hunt for the werewolves going?" he asked, his gaze keenly assessing me.
"It's been going pretty grea
