The sun had vanished behind the mountains by the time the crowd started pulsing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The arena was packed to the rafters\u2014sold out<\/strong>. The air buzzed with that pre-show electricity that made your fur stand on end, like the entire building was holding its breath<\/em>. Fans stomped on the risers, chanting in waves. Dozens wore bootleg \u201cMopping Mark\u201d shirts, others had painted their faces like Gabriel or stitched claw marks into their sleeves.<\/p>\n\n\n\n From Thane\u2019s position at front-of-house, the view was glorious.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The stage loomed ahead, flanked by trusses armed to the teeth\u201412 VariLite VL2600s<\/strong>, freshly mounted and glowing crimson through haze that drifted in lazy spirals. The LED wall played a loop of swirling moons and scratch-mark overlays. Road crew bustled, running last checks, taping down cables, triple-securing mic stands.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And right in Thane\u2019s zone? It was a burst of color in a world of wires and grit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cassie walked by, sipping tea with her in-ear monitors looped around her neck. She slowed as she spotted the drawing, smiled faintly\u2026 then caught Thane\u2019s glare<\/em> mid-step.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Her lips twitched. \u201cNot saying anything,\u201d she murmured, hands up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cGood,\u201d Thane growled low, tail twitching once.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Later, Jonah wandered past chewing gum, stopped, tilted his head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhoa, who drew that\u2014?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane\u2019s icy stare cut him off instantly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cCool. Awesome. I said nothing. I saw nothing,\u201d Jonah nodded, eyes forward, backing away like a man defusing a landmine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark never said a word\u2014but when he passed by, he gave a small grunt and very deliberately set his backup flashlight just below the drawing like an offering. Thane didn\u2019t even look up, but the corner of his muzzle curled in a half-smile.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Backstage, the rest of the pack gathered. Final tuning. Huddled hand stacks. Last swigs of water. Gabriel was practically bouncing out of his fur, tail lashing behind him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cY\u2019all ready to shake El Paso to its foundations<\/em>?\u201d he howled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Fans outside the curtain screamed like they heard him.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Cassie cracked her knuckles. \u201cLet\u2019s make \u2018em forget how to blink.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Lights dimmed. A hush dropped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n BOOM.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n A pyro blast kicked off the set like thunder cracking through steel. Red beams tore through the fog as the band launched into their opening song. Gabriel\u2019s bass snarled through the arena, thick and heavy. Rico\u2019s guitar split the air like a blade. Cassie hit the first verse with pure, feral fire. 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A black stage cable box.
Taped to the raised mixer lid above it\u2014Javi\u2019s crayon drawing<\/strong>, flattened out, proudly displayed like a backstage shrine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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The crowd ERUPTED.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n