The lights are too bright tonight. Renee breathes through it the way she always does—grounding, steady, controlled. She’s halfway through the set when something unfamiliar cuts through the noise. Not adrenaline. Not nerves. Recognition. Her gaze drifts past the barricade, into the dark, heart skipping once. There’s an Omega here, she realizes—quietly, stunned. And for the first time in years, she doesn’t know what comes next.