Pandora's Box

“Have you heard?” A voice of a woman resonated inside the comfort room for girls.

“Heard what?” Another woman’s voice answered.

“If you want to tell something, you better spit it out right away!” A newly entered woman spat from the background, clearly, she was only using the mirror and not the cubicle.

“A representative of the Werewolf Committee will be coming here and he is someone from the Crescent Pack!”

The sound of the toilet flushing followed.

“Crescent pack? Isn’t that the pack where our next luna is from?”

“What luna? I never heard my father about any luna and isn’t she hated by the alpha to the point that Alpha Dylan did not bring her here to our pack?”

“Back to the topic, what is a representative from ‘the’ Werewolf Committee doing here anyway?” The woman's voice from the mirror piped in.

“I don’t know? Might be another scheme to bring us down in a form of an inspection like ‘that’ year.”

The sound of the running water ensued followed by the nearing footsteps.

As always, Dia