The sun was barely clearing the hills when the Feral Eclipse bus rumbled into Tucson. The venue was an open-air amphitheater tucked just outside the city\u2014stonework seating, cactus-lined walkways, and a sound booth that looked like it had been carved into the side of a canyon.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The band stretched their legs after the drive, most of them bleary-eyed and in hoodies. Gabriel was halfway through his first cup of coffee, and Mark was already muttering something about dry heat and aggressive birds.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane stepped off the bus last, sunglasses already on, fur ruffled, tail flicking once as his clawed feet hit the concrete. He took a slow breath, scanning the space.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Quiet.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Too quiet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then, a golf cart<\/em> zipped around the corner at full speed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cUm\u2026 Thane?\u201d Emily called from beside the loading dock. \u201cWe\u2019ve got incoming.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The golf cart skidded to a stop right in front of them, and the driver\u2014an absolutely fearless, silver-haired woman in a homemade Feral Eclipse tour shirt<\/strong>\u2014hopped out with the kind of spry bounce usually reserved for twenty-year-olds at a music festival.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She looked about seventy. Maybe older. White sneakers. Big rhinestone sunglasses. A button that read \u201cTeam Gabriel (Since 2022)\u201d<\/strong> pinned to her shirt.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHello, boys,\u201d she said sweetly. \u201cYou must be the pack.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane blinked. \u201cMa\u2019am\u2026 can we help you?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cOh, I don\u2019t need help,\u201d she said brightly. \u201cI need a selfie<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then she pulled a phone the size of a paperback out of her purse and tried to climb Thane like a jungle gym.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cMa\u2019am \u2014!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI\u2019m a retired firefighter!<\/em> I\u2019m very spry!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane instinctively caught her mid-scramble by the waist and lowered her back down like a toddler being redirected from the cookie jar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel was wheezing<\/em> from behind a speaker stack. \u201cShe\u2019s climbing him! SHE\u2019S LITERALLY CLIMBING HIM!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Maya had to duck behind a flight case to hide her laughter. Mark just stood nearby, arms crossed, staring into the middle distance like he had ascended to a higher plane of \u201cI\u2019m not dealing with this.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cLook,\u201d the woman huffed, adjusting her sunglasses. \u201cI waited in line three hours<\/em> yesterday to buy a foam paw with your logo on it. And I brought my grandson. He bailed halfway through. I told him, Nana\u2019s not leaving \u2018til she howls with a werewolf.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cassie took a sip of her iced tea and smirked. \u201cThat\u2019s the kind of fan I wanna be at 70.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane sighed, then crouched slightly and held up one clawed hand. \u201cOne selfie. No climbing. No autographs on body parts.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n She squealed in delight, pressed herself under his arm, and somehow<\/em> got the camera angle just right without even checking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Snap. Done.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Before she left, she patted Thane\u2019s arm and said, \u201cYour fur\u2019s lovely. You remind me of my third husband. Strong but broody.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then she winked and sped off in the golf cart like a senior citizen bat out of hell.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The silence was long.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark finally said, \u201cWe need an age limit.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Jonah nodded slowly. \u201cWe definitely<\/em> do not.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The sun was barely clearing the hills when the Feral Eclipse bus rumbled into Tucson. The venue was an open-air amphitheater tucked just outside the city\u2014stonework seating, cactus-lined walkways, and a sound booth that looked like it had been carved into the side of a canyon. The band stretched their legs after the drive, most […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1060","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-tour-life"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/threewerewolves.com\/tourblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1060","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/threewerewolves.com\/tourblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/threewerewolves.com\/tourblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/threewerewolves.com\/tourblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/threewerewolves.com\/tourblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1060"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/threewerewolves.com\/tourblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1060\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3095,"href":"https:\/\/threewerewolves.com\/tourblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1060\/revisions\/3095"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/threewerewolves.com\/tourblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1060"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/threewerewolves.com\/tourblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1060"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/threewerewolves.com\/tourblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1060"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}