Eleanor was seriously on edge right now.
She had no clue who spilled the beans about her. Even her coworkers were now poking their noses in. "Eleanor, are you seriously the Luna of the Stormfang Pack? That Stormfang? What, are you out here playing undercover boss or something?"
Eleanor just pressed her lips together, head down, focusing on wiping the table like her life depended on it.
Her coworker let out a dramatic scoff, rolled her eyes, and stomped off angrily.
"No idea what she's acting all high-and-mighty for," the girl muttered under her breath. "Being a Luna doesn't mean squat if she's clocking in here like the rest of us. Can't stand those chicks who think they're better than everyone just 'cause they slept their way to the top."
To her, Eleanor's silence just scr
