The bus rolled quiet for a long time after they left the shelter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No one said much. Not because they were tired\u2014though they were\u2014but because something about the morning had settled into all of them. The simplicity of it. The gratitude. The look on the faces of people who had nothing\u2026 and gave back a smile anyway.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They hadn\u2019t meant to stay that long.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But Thane had made the call. And no one questioned it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Now, hours later, the city was long gone in the rearview. The buildings had thinned, then vanished altogether into long stretches of green and gray. Diesel had been driving without a break, his focus laser-tight behind aviator shades.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then, without warning, he took an exit marked by a half-rusted sign:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMaggie\u2019s Sunrise Caf\u00e9 \u2013 Home of the Pancake Tower.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n He muttered, \u201cI need food. And a place to use the bathroom that doesn\u2019t shake like a rollercoaster.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n As the bus pulled onto the gravel lot beside a squat little diner with yellowing curtains and a flickering neon sign, Gabriel stretched and yawned theatrically from the back bench. \u201cPlease tell me someone\u2019s serving hash browns and moral clarity.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane gave a low chuckle. \u201cOnly if they have decent coffee.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cassie was already grabbing her hoodie. \u201cI think we\u2019ve earned something greasy and overcooked.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Rico, still barefoot and wearing the same shirt from the shelter, rubbed his eyes. \u201cDo I smell bacon?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou hope<\/em> you smell bacon,\u201d Maya said, cracking her neck as she stood. \u201cIf not, we riot.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The crew spilled out of the bus like kids after the last day of school. Mark was last to step off, glancing skyward like he was silently judging the sun.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The moment they walked through the door, the scent hit them like a hug: fried butter, maple syrup, cheap coffee, and biscuits that probably were<\/em> as big as your head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Behind the counter, a short woman in her sixties with a pencil behind her ear looked up from a coffee pot and froze.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She squinted at Thane, then at Gabriel. Her eyes drifted over the others.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou kids in a band or somethin\u2019?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel grinned. \u201cUs? Nooo. We\u2019re just some friendly neighborhood werewolves.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n She snorted. \u201cAlright then, you want coffee or a priest?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cBoth,\u201d said Jonah, deadpan.<\/p>\n\n\n\n They took over the far booth, where Thane sat with his arms stretched over the backrest, tail curled under the table. Gabriel squeezed in next to him, flipping his fork like a drummer with cutlery. Emily slid in beside Cassie and immediately started taking photos of the menu\u2019s weird font choices.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cComic Sans,\u201d she whispered. \u201cWhy is it always<\/em> Comic Sans?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Maya was already interrogating the waitress about hot sauce options. Mark just muttered, \u201cDon\u2019t touch the syrup bottle. It looks like it predates disco.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n But the tone was light. Everyone was smiling.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Even the weight of that morning \u2014 the shelter, the faces, the quiet gratitude \u2014 somehow added to<\/em> the peace of this moment. Like they had earned it, not just through shows and miles, but by showing up for something that actually mattered.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n And then the recognition started.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A teenage girl in a corner booth nudged her friend, eyes wide. A man at the counter turned, blinking at Gabriel like he was a mirage.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou guys are \u2014 wait \u2014 THE<\/em> Feral Eclipse?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel raised his mug. \u201cStill probably covered in soup, but yeah.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n More heads turned. Phones came out. Someone started a live stream from a nearby booth. The sleepy little diner filled with quiet excitement, like it had just become the epicenter of something wild and unexpected.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cassie and Rico ended up signing paper napkins. Jonah posed with a plate of pancakes like it was a Grammy. Emily helped a waitress figure out how to tag the band on Instagram.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel poured coffee for two fans who were too nervous to walk over. \u201cI moonlight as a barista,\u201d he said with a wink.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark gave one look to a teenage boy who tried to sneak a peek into the bus and simply said, \u201cNo.\u201d The kid backed up like he\u2019d heard the voice of judgment itself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane just leaned back and smiled. For all the chaos, the weirdness, the fame… this was the balance. The quiet in-between. A hot breakfast after a meaningful morning. The world still turning. The pack still strong.<\/p>\n\n\n\n As they finished their food and piled back onto the bus, one fan called out as they left:<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHey! Thanks for being good people.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n Gabriel saluted with his coffee mug.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane didn\u2019t respond \u2014 but inside, he felt it. That same quiet pride he\u2019d felt back in the shelter. 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