The sun dipped lower over the emerald field, bathing the open-air venue in soft golden light as the backstage security gates groaned open for the VIP meet and greet. The crew had cordoned off a fenced-in area behind the main stage \u2014 complete with folding tables, branded backdrops, velvet ropes, and a tray of suspiciously fancy hors d’oeuvres that no one trusted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Rico poked at a crab puff. \u201cWhy does it smell like feet?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Cassie: \u201cBecause we\u2019re in Ireland. It\u2019s probably authentic.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Jonah had already eaten three and was on the floor doing sit-ups. \u201cIt\u2019s either protein\u2026 or poison. Let\u2019s find out!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane was reviewing the night\u2019s schedule on his phone when he looked up to find a hundred screaming fans<\/em> suddenly pressing against the barricades, holding signs, throwing t-shirts, waving glittery ears, and shrieking names like they were summoning deities.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel\u2019s eyes lit up. \u201cOhhh yes. This is the GOOD chaos.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Before anyone could stop him, he was at the ropes \u2014 hugging people, posing for selfies, signing someone\u2019s ankle. A woman sobbed uncontrollably into his shoulder while her husband tried to record the moment on a phone that was shaking like a leaf.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane muttered, \u201cHere we go.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Maya had a firm hand on crowd control, organizing fans into somewhat orderly rows while still barking orders like a field sergeant. \u201cNo biting, no climbing, no licking the werewolves!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cassie sang that last part into her mic just to mess with her. \u201c\u266a Noooooo liiicking the werewoooolves… \u266a\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark, arms folded at the back, leaned against a truss and whispered to Emily, \u201cThis is the part where I pretend I\u2019m deaf.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Meanwhile, a small child was climbing his leg like a jungle gym.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Emily giggled. \u201cHe thinks you\u2019re the big cuddly one.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark deadpanned, \u201cI will punt him into the fog machine.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel took a moment between fans to notice a teen boy off to the side, clutching a worn leather-bound notebook and shaking. The boy didn\u2019t come forward with the others.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel tilted his head. \u201cHey. You okay?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The boy blinked like he’d been caught in a dream. \u201cI\u2026 I wrote you a song. I mean, kind of. It\u2019s not done. But\u2026 you helped me when I didn\u2019t think I could do this anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel\u2019s chaotic energy melted in a heartbeat. He walked over, took the notebook gently, and read a few lines. \u201cThis is beautiful.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then he looked the kid right in the eye. \u201cYou finish it. You promise me that. Music saved my tail more times than I can count. Now you let it save yours too.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The boy nodded, tears spilling down his cheeks. \u201cThank you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel gave him the pick off his own necklace.<\/p>\n\n\n\n As the last few fans trickled through, someone pulled out a Bluetooth speaker, and suddenly there was impromptu dancing in the VIP zone. Jonah led a conga line. Cassie ended up sitting on Rico\u2019s shoulders pretending to be ten feet tall. Thane attempted to keep people from setting anything on fire. Mark had found a corner where he was mostly left alone, sipping something dark and grumbling while trying not to smile at the insanity.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The Irish sunset burned low across the field, casting long shadows of chaos, laughter, and a pack of wild misfits doing what they did best.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel flopped back beside Thane, fur sweaty, eyes bright. \u201cThis is it, my wolf. This is what it\u2019s all about.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane snorted. \u201cNo, what it\u2019s about is getting your ass on stage in fifteen minutes. Let\u2019s go.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel cackled and bolted toward the stage like a caffeinated comet, dragging the night into full musical eruption.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The sun dipped lower over the emerald field, bathing the open-air venue in soft golden light as the backstage security gates groaned open for the VIP meet and greet. The crew had cordoned off a fenced-in area behind the main stage \u2014 complete with folding tables, branded backdrops, velvet ropes, and a tray of suspiciously […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1716","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-tour-life"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/threewerewolves.com\/tourblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1716","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/threewerewolves.com\/tourblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/threewerewolves.com\/tourblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/threewerewolves.com\/tourblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/threewerewolves.com\/tourblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1716"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/threewerewolves.com\/tourblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1716\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3000,"href":"https:\/\/threewerewolves.com\/tourblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1716\/revisions\/3000"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/threewerewolves.com\/tourblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1716"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/threewerewolves.com\/tourblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1716"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/threewerewolves.com\/tourblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1716"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n\n\n\n
\n\n\n\n
\n\n\n\n