The sun had barely risen over Frankfurt when the Feral Eclipse pack rolled out of the city in their European rental tour bus, guided \u2014 as always \u2014 by their sharply dressed, eternally patient British driver, Gordon. He\u2019d learned quickly that silence, noise-canceling headphones, and a healthy disregard for logic were the only way to survive ferrying three werewolves and six chaotic humans across a continent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Frankfurt had been intense. The crowds, the energy, the press drama\u2026 and of course, the backstage tension after the show. But now, with a new day dawning and the open road ahead, the pack was ready for something different. Something glamorous. Something Italian.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Milan.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Inside the bus, things were\u2026 not quiet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Cassie and Maya had claimed the upper deck lounge and were blasting music at volumes that would\u2019ve rattled less structurally sound vehicles. Jonah was beatboxing into a half-eaten bagel. Rico, hoodie up and sunglasses on, looked like he was attempting astral projection to escape the noise. Gabriel was already caffeinated into oblivion and was teaching Emily and Thane increasingly absurd Italian phrases.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cSay it with me: Mi scusi, dove si trova la caverna dei lupi rockstar?<\/em>\u201d Gabriel beamed. Mark, naturally, was the only one actually looking at a Milan travel guide, muttering under his breath about centuries-old cathedrals and proper museum etiquette, while trying to tune out Gabriel’s third impromptu rendition of \u201cThat’s Amore,\u201d howled at full volume.<\/p>\n\n\n\n About halfway through the ride, Gordon made the mistake of cracking a smile when Gabriel offered him a biscotti. This was taken, of course, as permission to talk his ear off for the next hundred kilometers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n They crossed into Italy mid-morning, the mountains giving way to vineyard-strewn hills and winding roads, the city of Milan slowly rising in the distance like a promise of elegance, fashion, and culinary chaos. As the Duomo came into view, glittering in the mid-day sun, a collective cheer went up from the bus.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane stood from his seat, bracing one paw on the overhead rail as he addressed the group with calm determination \u2014 and a half-eaten croissant in his other one.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cAlright, pack. Let\u2019s not make too<\/em> much of a scene when we get to the venue.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cDefine too much,\u201d Gabriel chirped from below, wearing sunglasses and<\/em> a red feathered fashion scarf he\u2019d absolutely stolen from somewhere.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane sighed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Too late.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The sun had barely risen over Frankfurt when the Feral Eclipse pack rolled out of the city in their European rental tour bus, guided \u2014 as always \u2014 by their sharply dressed, eternally patient British driver, Gordon. He\u2019d learned quickly that silence, noise-canceling headphones, and a healthy disregard for logic were the only way to […]<\/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-1753","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-tour-life"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/threewerewolves.com\/tourblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1753","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=1753"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/threewerewolves.com\/tourblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1753\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2987,"href":"https:\/\/threewerewolves.com\/tourblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1753\/revisions\/2987"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/threewerewolves.com\/tourblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1753"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/threewerewolves.com\/tourblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1753"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/threewerewolves.com\/tourblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1753"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
Emily giggled. \u201cThat\u2019s not even a real thing.\u201d
\u201cIt is now,\u201d he declared. \u201cWe\u2019re making werewolf history.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n