{"id":1075,"date":"2024-04-17T01:00:08","date_gmt":"2024-04-17T06:00:08","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/threewerewolves.com\/?p=1075"},"modified":"2024-02-10T10:22:49","modified_gmt":"2024-02-10T16:22:49","slug":"granny-rules-the-night","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/threewerewolves.com\/tourblog\/granny-rules-the-night\/","title":{"rendered":"Granny Rules the Night"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Post-show glow still radiated off the pack like low-level static, but the buzz was shifting from onstage electricity<\/em> to where the hell are we drinking tonight<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Jonah, still slightly damp from his Gatorade shower, leaned over and grinned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI got a place,\u201d he said. \u201cSuper local. Real grimy. Sawdust-on-the-floor kinda deal. Probably plays country. Probably full of cowboys who think werewolves are a metaphor.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Gabriel raised a brow. \u201cYou sayin\u2019 we\u2019ll blend in?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m sayin\u2019 they\u2019ll either ignore us\u2026 or we\u2019ll be on the news by morning.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSold,\u201d Thane muttered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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They rolled into a battered-looking bar on the outskirts of Tucson \u2014 \u201cThe Broken Spur.\u201d<\/strong>
The neon sign flickered. There was a taxidermy coyote nailed above the door. Inside: country music, low ceilings, cheap beer smell, and a whole lotta cowboys.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Real ones.
Hats. Boots. Belt buckles that could double as riot shields.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Most patrons just looked up briefly as the pack entered \u2014 then went back to drinking. A few narrowed their eyes. One guy leaned over and muttered something to his buddy while clearly sizing up Gabriel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Jonah headed for the pool table. Cassie snagged a table near the jukebox. Gabriel and Thane took the bar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then the tension started.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

A group of three broad-shouldered locals stood up, slowly making their way over.
The biggest one pointed at Gabriel\u2019s tail.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDon\u2019t much like you folks struttin\u2019 around like you own the place,\u201d he muttered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Gabriel straightened up. \u201cGood news, man \u2014 I\u2019m not<\/em> strutting. This is just how I walk.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The guy stepped closer. \u201cYou got a smart mouth. Might be someone needs to fix that.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Jonah appeared on Gabriel\u2019s other side, casually sipping from a mug. \u201cThat\u2019s adorable. You got a dentist lined up for after?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The cowboy shoved his chest forward \u2014 and that\u2019s when Thane stood up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Everything in the room changed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Six foot two, all claws, calm fury radiating from every inch. His ice-blue stare cut across the distance like a laser. If he\u2019d taken one more step, someone was going to need stitches, minimum.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

And then \u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDARRELL JAMES RIGSBY, YOU SIT YOUR SORRY ASS BACK DOWN RIGHT NOW!\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

A voice rang out like thunder in a whiskey glass.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Everyone turned as Granny stomped in from the far side of the bar, hands on her hips, wearing a Feral Eclipse shirt bedazzled within an inch of its life.<\/strong>
Her purse looked like it could double as a weapon.
Her eyes sparkled with fire and absolute command.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cShut your damn mouth and leave my wolves<\/em> alone.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He blinked hard. \u201c…Aunt Dolly?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She marched up, grabbed his beer, took a sip, then<\/em> shoved him onto the stool.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThat\u2019s Granny,<\/em> to the wolves. And don\u2019t make me tell your mother how close you just got to being a barstool pancake.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThese boys are mine.<\/em> They brought a better show than this place has seen since Garth Brooks had a mullet. Now drink your beer, Darrell, and shut up.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He did. Instantly. Everyone did.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The pack stood frozen. In awe. Slightly afraid.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201c…Did she just alpha the whole bar?\u201d Maya whispered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\n\n\n\n

What followed was pure legendary status.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Granny pulled a barstool up to the center of the crew\u2019s table and proceeded to regale them with stories of her firefighter days \u2014
the time she rappelled off a burning hardware store to save a parrot<\/em>
the night she stole an engine to beat her chief to a call<\/em>
how she once kicked down a door in heels because it was her birthday and \u201chell if I\u2019m changing shoes\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

She drank like a machine. Shot after shot. Beer chaser. Shot again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Gabriel? Slumped sideways in a booth, one arm around Jonah, muttering something about wanting to marry her liquor tolerance.
Cassie? Gone. Laying under the table, arm over her eyes.
Maya and Rico? Propped against each other on a bench seat, laughing at nothing.
Thane? One elbow on the table, holding his drink, eyes glazed. A quiet \u201c…how\u2026?\u201d was the most he could get out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Only Mark remained upright. Silent. Impressed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Even Diesel, who showed up late and took one look at the chaos, simply nodded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDamn. She really did it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\n\n\n\n

At the end of the night, Granny stood proudly in the doorway, waving her empty glass like a war banner.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAny time you pups are back in Tucson \u2014 you call Granny.<\/em> I\u2019ll bring the whiskey. And the bail money.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then she turned, slapped Darrell on the shoulder, and barked, \u201cYou\u2019re drivin\u2019. Let\u2019s go, slug.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He didn\u2019t even argue.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As the door shut behind her, silence settled in the wrecked little booth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Gabriel finally mumbled:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201c\u2026we were just bested by a seventy-year-old.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Thane muttered, \u201cNext tour shirt: Granny is my alpha now.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

No one disagreed.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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