I eventually hopped down from the riser, wandering the stage and gaining smiles from the band’s members. My wolf stayed, just calmly staring after me as I clambered up on one of the ego risers, grinning to myself as I sat, legs dangling off into the area between barrier and stage. The lead guitarist stood beside me on the ego riser, grinning at me as his fingers dashed up and down the fretboard. The rythym guitarist kept his eyes to the arena, smiling at the fans, and the bassist just chilled, wandering around stage looking at whatever pleased him. The lead vocalist strolled and ran like a madman alternatively, all about the stage.

This was brilliant. It was a change from the world of werewolves, from the world of people. Up here, these people in this band, they were immortalized. They did what they loved and let nothing stop them— the sheer amount of respect I had for them, was astonishing. Carlie! The voice screamed, but it was so faint compared to the vocalist’s powerful screams, I could ignore it.