Still Morning – Fancy Hotel Dining Room

Most of the Feral Eclipse crew had migrated into a food coma.

Thane was slouched in his chair with his claws wrapped around a third cup of coffee, gaze fixed on a point somewhere past the glass windows and into the void. Gabriel was quietly humming to himself between bites of croissant-stuffed eggs, feet swinging under the table. Mark, still grumbling about “banana textures,” was calculating how much longer it would take the espresso machine to break down if Gabriel hit it one more time.

Then, she appeared.

A teenaged girl, maybe sixteen, in a soft hoodie and sneakers, was sitting with her mom a few tables over. She’d been “sneaking glances” for ten minutes straight—trying to act casual while very much not being casual.

She had the look of someone internally screaming the entire time. Phone clutched tightly in both hands. Eyes wide. Hands twitching.

Gabriel was the first to notice.

He tilted his head, ears perking, and whispered across the table, “We’ve been spotted.”

Thane sighed, “You sure?”

“She’s wearing a tour hoodie from Tulsa,” Gabriel replied, nodding toward the girl. “Second row. That’s definitely her. She was the one who tossed a glow stick at Jonah during his solo.”

Jonah blinked. “That was her? That thing nailed me in the temple.”

Gabriel grinned. “Direct hit. Five stars.”

Rico leaned in. “She gonna ask for a pic?”

“Nope,” said Mark, still sipping his black coffee, “She’s about to pretend she’s not freaking out. Then she’ll try to casually pass by us with her phone recording, trip over a chair, and we’ll all pretend it didn’t happen.”

Ten seconds later… she tripped over a chair.

“Called it,” Mark muttered.

Her mom looked up in alarm, but the girl waved it off like she meant to do that. She walked by their table, phone in hand, held at an angle so unnatural it could only be the “I’m definitely not filming you right now” position.

Thane, deadpan, without looking up: “Smile, boys. We’re going viral again.”

Gabriel leaned toward the girl, flashing his most charming fang-filled grin. “Morning!”

She stopped dead.

Her phone hit the floor with a clatter.

“I—I—Hi! Oh my god, hi!!” she squeaked.

Mark blinked slowly. “Nailed it.”

Gabriel stood up slowly and extended a clawed hand to help her pick up her phone. “You okay?”

She nodded frantically. “I—I didn’t mean to interrupt! I just—I’m such a huge fan—my name’s Riley—I saw you in Tulsa and the light show was so—”

Thane smiled softly and reached for his coffee. “Appreciate the love, Riley.”

Maya gave a mock glare from across the room. “Make it quick, guys. We’re on the road again in twenty.”

Riley’s mom had now walked up, equal parts embarrassed and trying to play it cool. “Sorry about that—she’s just really excited.”

Gabriel posed for a quick selfie with Riley (who was shaking so hard the picture ended up hilariously blurry), then gave her one of the little hotel Nutella jars from his pocket.

“Emergency werewolf gift,” he said with a wink.

As they walked away, Jonah shook his head. “You keep giving out hotel condiments, and we’re gonna get blacklisted.”

Gabriel beamed. “Worth it.”

Rico raised an eyebrow. “She’s totally posting that video before we check out.”

Mark leaned back, already dreading the inevitable. “Can’t wait to read the headline: ‘Feral Eclipse Guitarist Gives Me Hazelnut Trauma’.”