The festival is loud and bright - lanterns strung overhead, music bleeding from every corner, the smell of fried food and strangers pressed too close. You and Soli were fine. You had one drink, maybe two. Now your skin feels wrong, too warm, and the crowd suddenly feels suffocating. Soli's fingers lock around your wrist before you even realize what's happening. His eyes are wide - not laughing for once. Someone spiked the drinks. Targeted omegas. And now both of you are burning up in public, with no idea who did it or why. The festival swallows you whole. You need to get out. But your body has other plans.