It was a rare, quiet afternoon as the van coasted into San Francisco. No press. No fans swarming the van. Just a quick stop at a local music store so Gabriel could restock strings before soundcheck.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The place had charm \u2014 old wood floors, vintage posters curling at the corners, a little bell that jingled when the door opened. Gabriel stepped in with Thane right behind him, claws casually clicking as he scanned the aisles.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As Gabriel rounded the amp display, he heard it\u2014his own riff<\/em>. Slower. Slightly off-tempo. But it was his<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Near the practice corner stood a kid, maybe eleven, maybe younger, tall for his age with oversized glasses and a look of pure focus. He was gripping a cheap bass, concentrating like the world depended on it. Across from him, a tired-looking mom juggled a baby in one arm and a phone in the other.<\/p>\n\n\n\n On the wall behind the counter, high up, hung an unmistakable red Ernie Ball DarkRay 5<\/strong> with a black pickguard and a laminated \u201cNOT FOR SALE\u201d<\/strong> tag dangling from one tuning peg.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel walked up slow and knelt beside the kid, keeping his voice low. \u201cHey. That\u2019s one of our songs.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The boy blinked and looked up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then froze.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel smiled. \u201cYou\u2019re doing awesome. What\u2019s your name?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cLeo,\u201d he whispered. \u201cWait\u2026 are you\u2026?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI am,\u201d Gabriel said with a grin, then looked at the mom. \u201cThis your son?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n She nodded, eyes wide. \u201cHe loves your band. He\u2019s been coming in here every weekend just to mess with that bass.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cCan\u2019t afford it,\u201d Leo added quietly, like he hated admitting it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel stood up and ruffled the boy\u2019s hair. \u201cWell, Leo\u2026 I think you and your family should come to the show tonight. VIP passes. Backstage. Merch. The whole experience.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The kid\u2019s jaw dropped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou serious?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel winked. \u201cWould I joke about something like that?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n That night, the San Francisco crowd was at full frenzy, the floor shaking as Feral Eclipse lit up the stage. Halfway through the set, Gabriel stepped to the mic and raised one clawed hand to quiet the crowd.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI want to introduce you to someone,\u201d he said. \u201cThis kid\u2019s name is Leo. I met him today in a little music shop around the corner. And he was playing my song.<\/em> On bass.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n He looked toward the wings. \u201cLeo\u2014come here, buddy.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Spotlight hit the edge of the stage.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Leo appeared, wide-eyed, nervous, clutching his all-access badge like it was sacred.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The crowd went wild.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel crouched and motioned him closer. \u201cNow, you weren\u2019t expecting this part,\u201d he said into the mic, \u201cbut I want you to help me play the next song. Right here. With my bass.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n He slung the red DarkRay<\/strong> off his shoulder and handed it gently to Leo, who stared like it was Excalibur.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The arena hushed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel leaned in, nose-to-nose, and whispered, \u201cYou\u2019ve got this. Don\u2019t think. Just feel it. You\u2019re a wolf now.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Leo\u2019s fingers trembled against the strings.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then the lights shifted. The beat dropped. Jonah hit the drums.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And Leo played.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n At first, shaky. But Gabriel stayed right behind him, nodding to the rhythm, tail flicking in time. The crowd cheered louder with every note. When Leo hit the bridge perfectly, the entire arena erupted.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n When the song ended, Gabriel raised Leo\u2019s arm like a champion.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then he knelt down, pulled a silver pen from his pocket, and signed the back of the bass.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou\u2019re keeping this,\u201d he said, voice soft but firm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Leo\u2019s mouth dropped open again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI mean it,\u201d Gabriel added with a grin. \u201cIt belongs with you now.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Backstage, after the show, the boy\u2019s mother was crying. 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