Caesar's POV
The moment I pulled up to the modest house at the edge of Blackwood territory, I felt a rare softening in my usually stern expression.
This place always had that effect on me. Here, I wasn't Alpha Caesar Blackwood, the feared leader of one of North America's most powerful wolf packs. Here, I was just Megan's grandson.
I stepped out of my black Bentley, straightening my tailored suit before approaching the front door.
"Grandma," I called as the door swung open to reveal a spry elderly woman with bright eyes that still sparkled with mischief despite her eighty-plus years.
"Finally decided to visit your old grandmother, have you?" Megan huffed, but her eyes were warm as she ushered me inside. "And alone again! When are you going to bring a mate home to meet me? I
