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building, gave him a nod, and then opened the gate. Keegan waited for his son to come around to the passenger side and climb into the Jeep before stepping on the gas.
    Alec punched him on the shoulder. “’Sup, Pops.”
    Keegan laughed and grabbed Alec’s forearm, relishing the instant connection to his son. God, he’d missed his sons and Shay. A weaker shifter would have gone crazy without his Pack for two weeks.
    This whole thing sucked sewer water, but his plan had to work. He gave Alec’s arm a little squeeze, then drove through the gate, taking the left toward his home. “It feels good to be here.”
    Alec growled and turned to peer out the window. “I don’t like this plan of yours. We should stand together, whole like the powerful Pack we are.”
    Keegan ignored Alec’s growl of disapproval as he pulled into the driveway of his house. Blaine’s truck, along with Cameron’s and Graham’s cars, was parked under the carport. He lifted a brow at Alec. “I take it I no longer have a home.”
    Alec grinned. “The trio and I swapped. I’m staying at Cam’s old apartment. The house has more room for the kids.”
    Besides the house isn’t the same without you here.
    Keegan caught Alec’s thought, knowing his son had deliberately left his mental shields down, the shields that blocked Keegan from “picking his brain,” as Alec usually called it.
    His chest tightened.
    Yeah, this sucked.
    The front door opened, and Blaine stepped out with Max, his three-year-old stepson, on his hip. Keegan smiled at the sight. He knew one day Cam and Blaine would bless him with grandchildren, but the sight of Blaine holding the small boy still amused Keegan. His eldest son was such a hardass that he forgot the softer side that Blaine showed only to his family.
    Shutting off the engine, Keegan opened the car door and stepped out, and a smile spread wide on his face. He couldn’t stop the smile if he’d wanted. It felt too damn good to be home, even if it seemed his house had been taken over.
    Blaine pulled him into a one-arm hug. Keegan hugged him back, tight. He inhaled, taking in the scents of home and family. He was doing the right thing. The transfer of power was for the better of the Pack. They’d all be stronger for it. All he could do was pray that he wasn’t setting himself up and walking into a trap.
    Tiny tugs at his long black hair drew his attention to Max. The toddler grinned at him, his blue eyes bright. Keegan touched a finger to Max’s cheek. “Hi, little man.”
    “Hi, Grandpa.”
    Surprise hit him and quickly turned to a mushy lump in his chest.
    Fuck.
    Blaine clasped him on the shoulder. “We’re at war. It’s time to shift power and tactics.”
    Keegan peered into his son’s eyes and held his gaze for a long moment. He was right. Blaine was one in a triad, a very powerful triad that would provide the Pack with the will and strength they needed to win this war.
    With a nod, Keegan agreed. “You’re right. Seven hundred years is a long time to be Alpha.” He offered a lazy grin that made Blaine roll his eyes as he lowered Max to the ground.
    Blaine popped Max on the butt gently and said, “Go find your sister and get ready for the party.”
    Max let out a squeak then laughed while babbling “party” over and over as he toddled off into the house. Keegan’s smile widened, and he shook his head. “Fatherhood fits you.”
    Blaine turned to peer into the house, which was possible because Max had left the front door wide open. “Yeah. Those kids are great. Max is hell on wheels, and Sammie is so smart.” Blaine narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. “Have you heard from K?”
    Keegan shrugged and held Blaine’s stare. “About three weeks ago.” Blaine set his jaw, making a tic form in his temples, and raised a brow in an ‘I’m listening’ kind of way. Keegan let out a sigh. “It wasn’t face-to-face. He left me a message at the usual place that said there was something