On my way to the office, I hear sniffing. I push open the door to one of the closets, and I find Angela; her eyes are bloodshot red.
"Angie, what is it?" I crouch down in front of her, and she lifts her head to look at me and cries loudly.
"Nothing," She says, clearly it's nothing if she's sitting in the broom closet crying.
"Tell me what happened. Did someone hurt you?"
"No one, Luna, I'm sorry for this, I'll just freshen up and we can start with work," She stands up and straightens her skirt. I get up too and cross my arms against my chest.
"I'm your Luna and I order you to speak, now," I command. She flinches at my tone, and I close my eyes momentarily, wishing I hadn't spoken to her like that.
"I found my mate,"
"That's good news, why are you crying then? Did he reject you?" I narrow my gaze. She shakes her head, no.
"Why didn't you tell us?"
"My mate is from The Grey Lycan Pack, and he's gone back to his pack."
"I don't understand,"
