She remembered her birth mother, a normal housewife, looking at them with horror. They were growing too fast, speaking too fast, and their mother had left them with the group of survivors and left, leaving them shivering alone because they were "scary."
To Luna and Frost, the apocalypse wasn't just about monsters; it was about the day the only person who was supposed to love them decided they were freaks.
"You won't... leave?" Luna sniffled, her voice small and trembling. "Like the other Mum? Because I'm big and scary? Are the new babies going to be the good ones?"
Frost whimpered in agreement, pressing his cold nose against Felicity's hand. He remembered the hunger, the way the wind bit into his fur when they were alone. He remembered thinking that growing up meant being abandoned.
