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of like a library, but the knowledge isn’t stored in one book, it’s just sort of, it’s kind of…” Damn. How was he supposed to describe the Internet?
    Jamie reached out to touch him lightly. “It doesn’t matter,” he says, and Dylan frowns, but nods.
    “The old ways were dying even when I was alive,” Jamie says moodily. “The packs were beginning to integrate into human society.”
    “Is that a bad thing?” Dylan asks him.
    “It is if all of our sacred knowledge and traditions are lost,” Jamie says, and Dylan nods. He has a point.
    They walk in silence for a few more minutes, until Dylan can see the edge of the forest ahead. “We could have a bonfire tonight?” he asks. “I don’t know how to make it like it was, but we could invite my friends and have food, if you’d like?”
    Jamie is silent for a moment, like he’s debating the idea internally. He blows out a breath. “I want to keep you to myself,” he admits, “but I think it would be good for you to have your friends around you later.”
    Dylan nods. “I’ll call them.”
    *
    Nash takes the deer out for processing when they get home. Dylan knows how to do it himself (and he is certain Jamie does as well) but they’ve got a sweet barter system going on and Dylan has to admit that he’s a lot better at cooking beef than venison. He’d rather cook something he’s good at when Jamie’s around to eat it, and it wasn’t as if they hadn’t shared their kill earlier before they brought it in. Max Jamison was probably going to pop a gasket at the state of the carcass.
    They shower, and Dylan gives Jamie a fauxhawk with the shampoo suds that falls down pretty quickly because his alpha has a lot of hair. When they’re out and dry, Dylan grabs his camera and cajoles Jamie into making goofy faces for selfies before their photo session turns serious. All told, Dylan probably has two hundred pics on his camera with Jamie in them, and another twenty or thirty of just himself, because Jamie says, “An ass like yours deserves to be immortalized,” and takes the camera from his hands before he can protest, snapping away while Dylan undulates against the bed.
    *
    They come downstairs smelling like sex, and Nash coughs into his hand.
    “Hey, Dad!” Dylan says cheerfully, and saunters over to the fridge. “We’re having a fire tonight for Samhain, and I invited the gang.”
    Nash looks puzzled. “But it’s not Samhain anymore,” he says.
    Dylan grins at Jamie. “Yeah, I guess us modern folks are a little backwards on some things?” He scratches at his nose. “Jamie says there’s a lot we’re missing out on, so.” He pauses, studying what he’s got available in the fridge. “Anyway, it’s a good excuse for a celebration.”
    The false cheer in his voice makes both Nash and Jamie wince, and Jamie comes up behind him and wraps his arms around Dylan’s waist. “Hey,” he says. “It’s okay.”
    Dylan slumps back against him and lets Jamie scent his neck. “I’m fine,” he says softly, and turns around a little bit so he can press a kiss against Jamie’s cheek. “Go ahead and sit down with Dad. I’ll make you the best damn sandwich you’ve ever eaten before I get started with the rest. And Dad can answer your questions about the electronics, because I know you want to ask, and I don’t know how to explain.”
    Nash lifts an eyebrow. “And I do?”
    Dylan points a finger at him. “Hey, you’re the one who wanted to be an electrician once, remember? Pretty sure you’re more interested in how something works than I am. I just care that it does.”
    So after Dylan makes sandwiches and they all eat lunch, Jamie and Nash bond over discussions of modern technology while Dylan covers every last inch of counter space with food preparation. They’ll have to go to the market tomorrow, get more fresh foods and maybe replace what he’s pulled out from the freezer, but they’ll have cheese stuffed hamburgers and the regular kind, hot