It started with the elevator ride.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane stood at the front of the lift, one eye twitching, his claws flexing as behind him, the rest of the Feral Eclipse crew slowly devolved into a stack of barely-functioning chaos. Gabriel leaned against the mirrored wall muttering the opening bassline to \u201cBlood Moon Static\u201d between yawns. Jonah had fallen asleep on Cassie\u2019s shoulder standing up. Mark\u2019s eyes were open, but the lights inside had very clearly gone out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cJust make it to your rooms,\u201d Thane muttered under his breath.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They didn\u2019t.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The doors opened onto the penthouse floor and that was the moment Emily dropped her water bottle, panicked, and turned to look for it \u2014 only to walk headfirst into the elevator frame and groan like a zombie. Maya blinked at the hallway like it had personally offended her. Rico wandered off the opposite direction muttering about needing to \u201cfind the pitch of the mattress\u201d like it was a note he\u2019d misplaced.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was 2:17 a.m. London time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And the pack had officially hit the wall.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel kicked open the door to his suite, flopped face-first onto the bed, and passed out immediately \u2014 still wearing his jeans and holding a half-eaten breadstick he\u2019d smuggled out of The Ivy. Thirty seconds later he bolted upright and shouted, \u201cWHERE\u2019S THE COFFEE?\u201d before collapsing again in a dramatic heap.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In the suite next door, Jonah managed to get his pants off, but not his hoodie, and was discovered later sprawled upside down across an armchair like a feral comma. Cassie, after brushing her teeth with what turned out to be Gabriel\u2019s extra hair gel, decided to lie down on the marble bathroom floor \u201cjust for five minutes\u201d and woke up there four hours later using a folded towel as a pillow and muttering lyrics from three different songs in her sleep.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mark made it to bed fully clothed and snoring before his head even hit the pillow. Thirty minutes in, he sat up, opened his eyes, pointed at the ceiling, and said \u201cDimmer channel thirty-four needs to come up by five percent,\u201d then laid back down and continued snoring.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane, somehow, managed to wrangle everyone into their rooms, triple-check the hotel\u2019s security lockouts, respond to three fan emails, and still had the presence of mind to pack away his laptop and ear monitors in their cases before collapsing onto the plush hotel bed and whispering, \u201cOne hour. Just one hour.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He slept for eleven.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Emily, bless her caffeinated soul, tried to stay awake to edit video clips from the show. She made it through two TikToks before falling face-down onto her laptop with the live caption filter still running, which cheerfully transcribed: \u201cbadddasssss wolf showw snore snore I want grilled cheese.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Room service the next morning found eight variously disheveled rockstars and wolves scattered across luxurious bedding, hardwood floors, bathroom rugs, and one surprisingly cozy coat closet. The only one already awake was Gabriel, who had dragged a pillow into the hallway, set up a \u201cPop-Up Coffee Consultation\u201d sign in the hotel corridor, and was offering espresso shots to passing guests in exchange for affirmations.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
One woman in a robe cried. Gabriel cried too.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane emerged, eyes barely open, ears back. \u201cGabriel.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMornin\u2019, my wolf! You want Ethiopian or Guatemalan roast today?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI want you to stop waking up before the sun and running a street caf\u00e9 in the hallway.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel handed him a cup. \u201cYou say that, but your ears perked when I said Guatemalan.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane took the cup. Sipped. Closed his eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cShut up,\u201d he mumbled.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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