Heidi has no idea why her chest feels tight as she heads down the narrow school path toward the west corridor. The day isn't particularly strange as Duskwind smells like it always does.
But her steps feel… itchy. Like the air is pushing against her skin.
She rubs her arms, frowning. The corridors are quieter than usual. The murmur of students is replaced by the faraway echo of slamming lockers.
Restless. That's the word.
She doesn't know why. Maybe it's because Junie planted too many thoughts in her head. Steal Sierra's phone…? Yeah, because that wouldn't blow up in her face faster than a firecracker in a microwave.
But as she walks, an itch starts to crawl under her skin. It's like the faint tug of a gnat buzzing just out of reach. She frowns. It's not the cold; the Duskwind wind always carries a nip. No, this is different. It's like her instincts… those supposedly useless omega instincts are whispering, something's off.
