FIA
I was still staring at the red welts crawling up my arm when the omega spun around and bolted from my doorway.
"Wait!" I called after her, but she was already gone. Her footsteps echoed down the hallway, fast and frantic.
I stood there for a moment, confused. Then I heard her voice from somewhere deeper in the house, shrill and panicked.
"Get Doctor Maren! Now! The Luna is sick!"
Luna. That word again. But this time it wasn't said with contempt. This time it sounded like fear.
I heard more footsteps. Multiple sets of them, running. I backed into my room just as three more omegas appeared in my doorway. They all looked at me with the same expression the first omega had worn. Wide eyes. Pale faces. Pure terror.
"Let me see," one of them said, moving forward without asking permission.
She grabbed my arm and examined the rash. Her breath caught.
"Goddess," she whispered. "How long have you been itching?"
"Since I woke up." I pulled my arm back. "It's not that bad."
