Being the gamma of the pack, she was the lower class for the werewolf's hierarchy, thus if she was not told to say something, she must to shut her mouth and didn't say a peep.
Therefore, Abigail had been fidgeting on her spot when she heard what accusation that Mikael had made, she wanted to say something, but the rule was still applied and as the weaker rank, she couldn't disobey that.
She wanted to cry to tell them that was not true.
Fortunately, Meera spotted her and allowed her to speak, thus Abigail took two steps forward, her sweet face was livid now. She glared at Mikael, though she looked at his nose instead of his eyes, because she was still afraid of someone in higher rank.
"How can you say something like that? Luna Meera has never talked to me anything about it!" Abigail shouted, her voice rang across the dining hall, as she clenched on the hem of her shirt. "We have never talked about the baby at all and we never have such conversation! You lied!"
