Charna stormed out of Thorin's office, her cheeks burning red with frustration.
Tears blurred her vision as they streamed down her face, and she broke into a run, desperate to escape before anyone could witness her distress.
But of course, life has a twisted sense of humor, doesn't it? Just as she quickened her pace, head down, doing everything she could to keep herself hidden, she slammed into someone. And, of course, it had to be her friend.
"Char? What's going on? Are you crying? Who made you like this?" Morgan asked, concerned. The werewolf's thin, expressive eyebrows furrowed as she bombarded Charna with questions.
"I'm not crying," Charna croaked, which was exactly what someone who wasn't crying wouldn't say.
Morgan wasn't having it.
Before Charna could pull her classic "I'm fine, leave me alone" move, Morgan grabbed her by the arms and tilted her head up, taking one look at her puffy eyes and snotty nose.
