Thane awoke to the strange sensation of silence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not the usual silence of a sleeping bus or backstage lounge, but the kind of plush, thick silence that only came with thick carpet, high thread-count sheets, and blackout curtains you could lose a crew member in. He sat up slowly, blinking at the ornate moldings overhead and the glint of morning sunlight trying to sneak through heavy drapes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
This wasn\u2019t the den.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
This\u2026 wasn\u2019t even Edmond.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Across the suite, Mark was sprawled on the sofa in a white hotel robe, one paw slung over his eyes, the other clutching a paper coffee cup that had long since gone cold. Someone had tucked a souvenir Skirvin Hilton pillow under his head, and for once, he didn\u2019t look grumpy\u2014just quietly overwhelmed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane groaned softly, rubbing the bridge of his nose. \u201cWhere the hell are we?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou\u2019re in the Presidential Suite,\u201d came a dry voice from the adjoining room. \u201cCompliments of Ivan. And possibly the State Department.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Diesel stepped out in full uniform\u2014well, technically his black jeans, tour staff hoodie, and an incredibly fluffy hotel towel wrapped like a turban on his head. He sipped orange juice straight from a champagne flute.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIvan said we needed to rest \u2018like wolves of legend.\u2019 So he booked out the top floor.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane blinked. \u201cAll of it?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Diesel nodded. \u201cEven the governor\u2019s suite. Apparently the governor is a fan.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Down the hall, chaos had already awakened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel had commandeered a breakfast cart and was racing it down the hallway barepaw, wearing only his hotel robe and a Feral Eclipse bandana like a sash. Rico was chasing him in mismatched socks, holding a shoe in one hand and a mimosa in the other, shouting something about insurance forms.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Cassie and Emily were on the floor of the lobby bar lounge, laughing uncontrollably while trying to read fan tweets from the night before.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI swear to Luna,\u201d Cassie gasped between laughs, \u201cthis fan says she named her baby Gabriel Thane Eclipse.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Emily tilted her phone. \u201cWait, wait, here’s another \u2014 ‘THE RUSSIAN MOB KEPT US SAFE ALL NIGHT. #WolfBodyguards’<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Maya emerged from a room in full glam, perfectly eyelinered and calm as ever, sipping her espresso like none of this touched her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Jonah wandered out of the elevator in a towel and crown from New Year\u2019s Eve. \u201cI\u2019m royalty now,\u201d he declared to no one in particular.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A bellhop passed him, nodded solemnly, and whispered, \u201cYes, your majesty,\u201d before disappearing into the staff hallway.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The grand ballroom-turned-breakfast suite was already laid out by the time Thane and Mark made their way downstairs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Long tables lined with linen cloths and silver trays offered an array of everything from smoked salmon to vegan tofu scrambles. Omelets. Pastries. Whole roast duck. Yes, duck.<\/p>\n\n\n\n At the center of it all sat Ivan, pristine in a velvet blazer and sipping from a porcelain teacup with two fingers in the air like some kind of Eastern European royalty.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou made music for the world,\u201d he said with a pleased smile. \u201cSo now the world makes omelets for you.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane just stared at the table. \u201cIs that caviar?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ivan nodded. \u201cBlack and red. For flavor balance.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The entire pack, plus Trivium, Vandal Saints, and at least two Russian violinists, sat around the table in various stages of disbelief and hangover.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark picked at a croissant, quiet and warm-eyed. Cassie propped her head on Gabriel\u2019s shoulder, still scrolling through viral posts.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI think we broke TikTok,\u201d she murmured.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel grinned sleepily. \u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Jonah had stolen a room-service menu and was reading it like scripture. \u201cDo we get everything<\/em> on here?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A server passed by with a silver tray. \u201cSir, you already did.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane caught Mark\u2019s eye over a plate of fruit and carbs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cAll of this,\u201d he said softly, \u201cdo you think we deserve it?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark didn\u2019t answer right away. He looked around the table\u2014at their chaotic, half-dressed crew, the glitter still stuck to Jonah\u2019s hair, the robe-clad Trivium members quietly eating like it was just another morning, the city skyline visible through the tall historic windows. He glanced down at the engraved room key resting on the tablecloth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI don\u2019t think it matters,\u201d he said finally. \u201cWe earned<\/em> it. And that\u2019s better.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane raised his coffee mug. \u201cTo what comes next.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark clinked his own against it. \u201cTo what comes next.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n They stayed for hours, lounging, laughing, telling stories.<\/p>\n\n\n\n At one point, Ivan orchestrated a toast in Russian. No one understood it, but they all stood and drank anyway. A server played piano. Rico accidentally joined in on acoustic guitar, and before long, the whole pack was harmonizing a bluesy rendition of \u201cAuld Lang Syne\u201d like they’d been born to it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The Skirvin Hilton belonged to them, just for the morning.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Just for a moment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And when the wolves eventually checked out, bleary-eyed but smiling, they left behind only memories… and a suite full of bathrobes no one intended to return.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Thane awoke to the strange sensation of silence. Not the usual silence of a sleeping bus or backstage lounge, but the kind of plush, thick silence that only came with thick carpet, high thread-count sheets, and blackout curtains you could lose a crew member in. 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