Terrance POV
I was trying to eat breakfast with my brother but wasn't having much luck. My parents were busy cleaning out their offices, and my sisters were with my mate. Since we'd slept in a little, the other wolves that lived in the packhouse had already eaten their breakfast and left to carry on with their days. Diesel was impatiently pacing in my head, whining for his mate, and Cayden was busy telling me the corny jokes he loves so much.
"How do you make a handkerchief dance?" he asked me.
I sighed. This was at least his 20th joke in the past thirty minutes.
"Attach strings to it?" I guessed.
He grinned. "Nope. You put a little boogy in it!"
I groaned.
"OK, OK, what about this one. What do you call a cop in bed?"
"I have no idea, Cayden."
"An undercover
