Gordon had extended the invitation like it was a casual thing.
“Just a quiet drink with some mates. Real proper pub, old-school. Nothing fancy.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He should\u2019ve known better.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The pub was called The Bitter Hound<\/em>, tucked on a narrow street somewhere between Soho and total chaos. It had brick walls, creaky floors, and more beer taps than electrical outlets. There were dartboards, dusty trophies, and a jukebox that hadn\u2019t worked properly since 1996. It was perfect.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The pack arrived just after sunset, ducking through the door one by one, the three wolves having to crouch slightly just to make it through the low frame. The moment Gabriel stepped in \u2014 bright-eyed, leather-jacketed and already buzzing \u2014 the pub froze<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Every local turned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n One old man nearly dropped his pint.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gordon stood at the bar with a wide grin, pint in hand. \u201cThere they are. My bad decisions, just walked through the door!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark grunted. \u201cPlace smells like stale mop water and fryer oil.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel sniffed. \u201cSo… heaven?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The humans \u2014 Cassie, Maya, Rico, Jonah, and Emily\u2014looked unsure whether they were here to drink or to supervise. Emily was already recording, wide-eyed and whispering commentary into her phone like a nature documentary host tracking unpredictable beasts in their native habitat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Drinks arrived fast and strong. Gabriel, of course, ordered whatever looked the most dangerous on tap and chased it with a mystery shot the bartender called Witch\u2019s Cough.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cOh god,\u201d Gabriel said after taking it. \u201cIt tastes like licorice and regret!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Fifteen minutes in, Jonah had challenged Rico to darts. Five minutes after that, Mark had challenged Jonah to not suck at darts,<\/em> and a crowd had gathered. Gabriel declared himself referee and promptly changed the scoring system mid-round for \u201cthe vibe.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane, meanwhile, had posted up in a corner with Gordon, sipping a strong stout and doing his best to pretend none of this was happening.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI should\u2019ve brought earplugs,\u201d Thane muttered as Maya and Cassie got up to dance to a Pogues song someone managed to cue up on the half-broken jukebox.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gordon chuckled. \u201cThis is the best night this place has had in years<\/em>. Look\u2014half the regulars are streaming.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Sure enough, the pub was now full of phones held high. Fans had trickled in after someone on social media spotted Gabriel\u2019s ears in the window. The chaos was growing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cOi!\u201d someone shouted. \u201cDo the howl!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel grinned, stood on a barstool, and let one rip<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The howl was deep, resonant, and shook the pint glasses. The entire pub howled back<\/em>, like a drunken wolf chorus echoing through centuries of poor decisions and good beer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark groaned. \u201cI knew he\u2019d do it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cassie leaned over, half-laughing, half-shouting, \u201cHe\u2019s three drinks away<\/em> from climbing onto the roof!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cCorrection,\u201d Thane muttered. \u201cTwo.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel launched into a retelling of the museum fight, complete with reenactments using bar towels and spoons. Rico pulled out his acoustic guitar and started strumming a sea-shanty version of \u201cField Notes from the Stars,\u201d which turned into a full pub singalong.<\/p>\n\n\n\n By 11:30 PM, Gabriel had convinced a British rugby player to arm wrestle him (he won), Mark had been declared the pub’s new dart champion (he declined the title), and Jonah had somehow broken a barstool \u201cjust by sitting there, I swear.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Emily was seated on the bar, eating chips and narrating live to her growing social media following:<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWe\u2019ve reached Peak Werewolf. No injuries. No arrests. Yet.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n Outside, a police cruiser slowed at the curb, saw the crowd through the window, and then promptly drove off.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Inside, the barkeep handed Thane a bill and a stack of thank-you cards signed by fans and regulars.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cMost we\u2019ve ever made in a night,\u201d the barkeep said, still breathless. \u201cAnd the most fun, too.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane looked around the packed, howling, ridiculous room. Gabriel had started trying to teach British tourists how to play air bass. Maya was laughing so hard she spilled her drink. Gordon was hugging Mark. And someone \u2014 somehow \u2014 had put bagpipes<\/em> on the jukebox.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYeah,\u201d Thane said, dry as ever. \u201cPretty standard Tuesday for us.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Gordon had extended the invitation like it was a casual thing.“Just a quiet drink with some mates. Real proper pub, old-school. 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