Jordy's disappearance

Third person

Something had to be wrong. Yes, something had to be terribly wrong. And the luna could feel it in the pit of her stomach. It had been barely twenty-four hours since her daughter returned. Yet, Jordy had resigned to locking herself in the room again, not eager to come out of the room, or even open the door to take the meals that were served to her.

On several occassions, the maids had returned to her, telling her that Jordy had refused to open the door to them.

"We tried to get the young alpha to open the door, but he would not listen to us. We do not know what the issue might be, Luna, but we have done all that we possibly know how to do." The maids would say, and the Luna would assure them that all was well, and she would speak to her son.

But it had been two days now and she was still getting the same complaints. It was on the night of the second day that the Luna decided enough was enough.

If Jordy did not open the door to her, she would break it down without hesit