50 - Bad Conversation

Jaden

My first stop of the day was the dungeon. I didn't want to think about what I might find here, but I steeled myself, standing tall. I was tired from yesterday, but I wanted to face everything head-on, like a man.

"Open the door," I said, straightening my posture.

"Yes, sir."

The door opened with a creak. The sight that greeted me was pitiful. Whether it was the image of my mother huddled in a corner, her white blouse dirty, and her hair disheveled, one thing was clear: my mother was a mess.

Of course, I felt sorry for her. Who wouldn't? My mother, Luna Meredith, was always known as a beautiful woman, an example of class. Everyone wanted to be like her, and some even believed I should have super high standards because of her level of beauty.

However, she still managed to be arrogant and mean. Her sharp comments about pack members always bothered me and were the cause of many arguments. The perfect Luna she portrayed hid a gossipy, bitter, and prejudiced woman. If people knew what