KERES POV
I was beginning to suspect that building an entire f*****g pack was going to kill me.
Not in a glorious battle, either. No enemy Alpha to rip apart, no dramatic last stand, no beautiful mate weeping over my magnificent corpse.
Nope.
I was going to die because my brother was a f*****g psychopath with a measuring tape.
"Move it three inches to the left."
I looked at Thane.
Then at the enormous wooden beam I'd been holding above my head for the last five minutes.
Then back at Thane.
"Are you f*****g serious?"
"Three inches."
"Brother, I swear to the Goddess, if you tell me to move this thing one more time, I'm going to shove it so far up your ass you'll be able to use it as a toothpick."
Thane checked his measurements.
"Two inches."
Oh, that motherfucker.
'Pluto, tell
