The bus creaked to a stop on the edge of a winding gravel drive, headlights casting long shadows across a wide clearing\u2026 and there it stood:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Blackthorne Hall.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n A looming, weathered castle with gargoyle-lined battlements, a working drawbridge, flickering torch sconces, and ominous string music echoing from somewhere deep within.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Diesel stared through the windshield.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201c\u2026Nope,\u201d he muttered. \u201cThis is how cult documentaries start.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Emily was practically vibrating with excitement. \u201cIt\u2019s perfect!<\/em> They said we\u2019re supposed to make a \u2018theatrical entrance\u2019 when we arrive.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane, arms crossed at the front of the bus, growled. \u201cWe are<\/em> the theatrical entrance.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n As the pack and crew disembarked, the crowd outside the castle erupted<\/em>\u2014a swirling sea of corsets, capes, silver jewelry, and extremely questionable contact lenses.<\/em> Gothic fans screamed with delight, their cheers echoing eerily under the towering spires.<\/p>\n\n\n\n One man was dressed as a literal gargoyle. Another had bat wings so wide they took out two torches when he turned. A trio of women in matching lace veils bowed dramatically when Mark passed by.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cassie looked around. \u201cDid we just roll into a Tim Burton fever dream?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Jonah elbowed Gabriel. \u201cThat guy\u2019s dressed like you,<\/em> man!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel turned\u2014and came face to face with a fan in a full-scale fursuit recreation<\/em> of Gabriel\u2019s own wolf form\u2026 complete with LED-lit eyes, a bass guitar prop, and a tail that actually wagged.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The fan dropped to their knees and whispered:<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI AM YOU. YOU ARE ME. THE LOOP IS COMPLETE.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n Gabriel blinked. \u201cI have so many<\/em> emotions right now.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Inside the Hall:<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Blackthorne\u2019s interior was pure gothic opulence<\/em>\u2014vaulted ceilings, velvet drapes, skull-themed chandeliers, and a suspicious number of ravens perched in places ravens should not be.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The band followed a candle-bearing event coordinator named Darcy<\/strong> down a long corridor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Darcy spoke in a slow, theatrical lilt. \u201cThe masquerade ball is in full swing, your stage is set beneath the ancient stained glass, and we\u2019ve prepared\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane cut her off. \u201cWho\u2019s the guy in the skull mask screaming at the candelabra?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Darcy sighed. \u201cThat would be Lord Alaric,<\/em> head of the Blackthorne Historical Society. He\u2019s convinced your presence desecrates the sanctity of the Blood Ballroom.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cassie whispered, \u201c…Blood Ballroom?!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Darcy didn\u2019t blink. \u201cYes. He also believes one of you is a reincarnated sorcerer from 1742. Try not to provoke him.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Just then, Lord Alaric<\/em> spun around, long cloak billowing. \u201cTHEY WALK AMONG US AGAIN!\u201d he shouted, pointing directly at Mark. \u201cLOOK INTO HIS EYES AND SEE THE VOID!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark blinked once.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Alaric promptly fainted into a pile of pewter goblets.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Jonah: \u201cWell, that<\/em> was dramatic.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Backstage Before the Set:<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel was adjusting his in-ear monitors when someone tapped him on the shoulder. He turned\u2014only to be pulled into a tearful hug by a fan in mourning garb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI just want you to know,\u201d she sobbed, mascara running down her cheeks like haunted rivers, \u201cI buried my rat to your Rain Moon Elegy<\/em> song. It was so beautiful. Her name was Biscuit.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel blinked. \u201c…I am both honored and emotionally unprepared.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Across the stage, Thane discovered someone had set up a literal coffin<\/em> for him to rest in between songs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He stared at it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He stared at Emily.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Emily just whispered, \u201cLean in, my wolf. Lean all<\/em> the way in.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n She said it playfully. Lightly. Like a joke between friends.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But the words hit the air like a gunshot in a cathedral.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane\u2019s entire body went still.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The room, the chaos, the distant violin warmups, all seemed to fall away. His head turned slowly toward her, ice-blue eyes hard as granite. His ears pinned back. His lip curled just slightly\u2014not in rage, but warning.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Lethal silence.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n She froze.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then came the growl \u2014 quiet, deep, and unmistakably final.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cDon\u2019t ever call me that again.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n He turned and walked off, claws clicking sharply on the old stone floor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Emily stood there, stunned, heart thudding against her ribs, the weight of her misstep crashing down like a curtain of shame.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel had been onstage nearby, adjusting his rig, but he\u2019d heard it.<\/em> His head snapped toward the sound the second the growl came. He moved fast, slipping past the stagehands and following Thane, tail stiff with unease.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Emily stood there alone in front of the coffin, breath caught in her throat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A few minutes later\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n She found them near the side of the castle, beneath a small ivy-draped stone arch where the torchlight didn\u2019t quite reach.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel was crouched next to Thane, checking a pedalboard setup while the alpha kept his arms crossed, staring off into the dark trees with his jaw clenched tight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Emily swallowed hard. Then stepped forward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThane\u2026 I\u2019m so sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n Her voice was barely above a whisper.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI didn\u2019t think. I wasn\u2019t trying to \u2014 I didn\u2019t mean<\/em> anything by it, I swear. I was just\u2026 caught up in the moment, and I crossed a line. I won\u2019t ever do it again. I promise.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n Gabriel looked up at her slowly. His icy blue gaze carried more weight than his usual chaos. His face was calm, but not soft.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHe\u2019s not your<\/em> wolf,\u201d he said, simply.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n A pause.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then, like wind through a candle, the fire in his eyes died down, and his voice warmed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cBut it\u2019s okay. You owned it. Just… be careful what you borrow. Some names aren\u2019t meant to be shared.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n Emily nodded quickly. \u201cI will. Thank you. I\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane didn\u2019t say anything.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He didn\u2019t need to.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The silence was acceptance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not forgiveness. From the ballroom, the low hum of strings and stomping boots signaled the show was about to begin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel stood and gave Emily a faint smile.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHey\u2026 if it makes you feel better? The last person who tried that got headbutted off a loading ramp.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n Emily blinked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He winked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She managed a weak laugh\u2014and retreated to the crew bench, where Mark gave her a side-eye and handed her a can of soda without saying a word.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Backstage, Thane slung his coil of cables over one shoulder and met Gabriel at the wings. The alpha\u2019s face was calm again, distant but grounded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel leaned in just before they walked on.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cStill mine.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n And then they were gone, swallowed by red lights and thunder.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The bus creaked to a stop on the edge of a winding gravel drive, headlights casting long shadows across a wide clearing\u2026 and there it stood: Blackthorne Hall. 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