Lyra's POV
The angry red welts climbing up my forearm held my attention when the omega suddenly whirled around and fled from my doorway.
"Wait!" I shouted after her retreating figure, but she had already vanished. Her hurried footsteps rang through the corridor, desperate and frantic.
I remained frozen in place, bewildered. Then her voice pierced through the house from somewhere distant, high-pitched and terrified.
"Fetch Doctor Celeste immediately! The Luna is ill!"
Luna. That title surfaced again. But this instance carried no malice. This time it trembled with genuine fear.
More footsteps approached. Several sets, all running. I retreated into my room just as three additional omegas materialized in my doorway. Each one studied me with identical expressions to the first omega. Enormous eyes. Bloodless faces. Complete horror.
"Let me examine you," one declared, stepping forward without waiting for consent.
She seized my arm and inspected the rash. Her breathing hitched.
