Cassie never meant to be the frontwoman of Feral Eclipse.
Originally? She was just the backup vocalist.
Mostly tambourine. Sometimes keys. Definitely not lead anything.

Jonah was the original singer—front and center, gritty vocals, lots of swagger. He could wail through a distortion pedal and command a crowd like he was born in a stadium.
But after one particularly chaotic gig at a dive bar with a sketchy fog machine and a stage no bigger than a shower mat, everything changed.

Six months earlier – Flashback

The band was mid-set. Jonah stepped forward to belt the chorus of “Midnight Riptide”—their big closer.
He hit the wrong reverb pedal, tripped over a half-coiled cable, and faceplanted into a monitor with a sound so loud, the crowd thought it was part of the act.

Cassie, frozen at the side of the stage with a mic in hand and wide, terrified eyes, heard Thane yell in her earpiece:
“CASSIE! COVER HIM—NOW!”

With zero conscious thought, she stepped up, snatched Jonah’s fallen mic, and absolutely tore into the chorus like a banshee possessed.
The crowd lost their minds.

Mark, from the lighting booth, later described it as “the musical equivalent of watching someone discover they could breathe fire by accident.”

Backstage, post-set

Jonah sat with an ice pack on his face and a smirk that said he wasn’t mad about it. “Well… turns out I’m a better drummer than a lead vocalist anyway.”

Cassie was still shaking. “I thought I was gonna puke.”

Gabriel clapped her on the back. “Then why’d you sound like a war goddess?”

“I blacked out. I don’t even remember it.”

Thane just grinned. “Good. Keep blacking out then.”

Jonah raised his hand. “Call it now—Cass is the front. I’m movin’ to drums.”

Maya squinted. “Wait… can you actually play drums?”

Jonah: “Better than I can walk on stage without breaking a limb.”

Now

Cassie owns the mic like she was born with it.
Jonah absolutely rips on drums, complete with flying sticks, acrobatic fills, and that feral grin he never used as a singer.
And every time “Midnight Riptide” comes around, Cassie makes damn sure to stomp that chorus like it owes her rent.