The dressing room in Milan had never smelled so much like adrenaline and pizza.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Discarded setlists, half-empty water bottles, and a pile of merch someone forgot to hand out were strewn across the sofas. Jonah had somehow wedged himself sideways in an armchair, still sweating, hair stuck to his forehead, grinning like a lunatic. Cassie was on the floor, back against Gabriel\u2019s leg while he absently ruffled her hair with a clawed hand, still humming the last bassline. Maya was flopped belly-down on the low coffee table, poking at her phone and cursing the lighting in her backstage selfie. Rico was pacing, wired as hell, randomly riffing on an unplugged electric guitar with no amp, each note barely audible.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mark sat in the corner, feet up on a road case, calmly sipping from a tiny espresso cup someone had handed him with far too much reverence. His eyes flicked toward the door as Thane walked back in, phone in hand, expression focused but calm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAll right, wolves and wildcards,\u201d Thane said, lifting the phone and flipping through a few notes. \u201cWe\u2019ve got one last European stop: Amsterdam.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel raised his coffee cup in salute. \u201cThe land of canals, bicycles, and legally questionable brownies. Let\u2019s goooo.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane gave him a deadpan look. \u201cYou\u2019re not touching a single edible before the show. I\u2019m serious.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t say I was \u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou were thinking<\/em> it.\u201d The rest of the room chuckled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane sat on the arm of Mark\u2019s road case, reading from the tour notes. \u201cIt\u2019s a mid-size arena show. About 12,000 capacity. Solid ticket sales. Local crews are great. Venue\u2019s right on the water \u2014 should be beautiful. We load in two days from now.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n He looked around at the circle. \u201cThat\u2019ll be the last one before we head back to the States.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The mood shifted just a little. Still bright. Still buzzing from Milan. But a low ripple of home<\/em> stirred in the silence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Jonah piped up first. \u201cNot gonna lie\u2026 I kind of miss our totally unsafe backyard shows.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Emily nodded from her seat by the mini fridge, pulling her knees to her chest. \u201cAnd the den. The noise. The neighbors. Mark yelling at drones.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark made a low grumbling sound. \u201cThose things are a privacy nightmare.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWe know, buddy,\u201d Cassie laughed, leaning over to nudge him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Rico cracked a smile. \u201cI mean, Milan was wild. But I do miss people nearly setting your garage on fire during cookouts.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI miss our driveway mosh pits,\u201d Gabriel added, already nostalgic. \u201cAnd Thane trying to herd 200 people out of our yard like a grumpy HOA-approved sheepdog.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane rolled his eyes but didn\u2019t argue.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The moment settled into a peaceful hum. Milan had been unforgettable. But home was calling. The den. The chaos. The sense of grounded reality in the middle of all the fame. The place where fans climbed fences and grilled with werewolves like it was normal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n They\u2019d do Amsterdam proud. They\u2019d give Europe one last howl to remember them by.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But after that\u2026 it\u2019d be time to head back where it all started.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And maybe stock up on hamburger patties.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The dressing room in Milan had never smelled so much like adrenaline and pizza. Discarded setlists, half-empty water bottles, and a pile of merch someone forgot to hand out were strewn across the sofas. Jonah had somehow wedged himself sideways in an armchair, still sweating, hair stuck to his forehead, grinning like a lunatic. Cassie […]<\/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-1759","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-tour-life"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/threewerewolves.com\/tourblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1759","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=1759"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/threewerewolves.com\/tourblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1759\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2984,"href":"https:\/\/threewerewolves.com\/tourblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1759\/revisions\/2984"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/threewerewolves.com\/tourblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1759"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/threewerewolves.com\/tourblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1759"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/threewerewolves.com\/tourblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1759"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
Gabriel held his claws up defensively. \u201cMaybe.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n