Patience's POV
I finished packing my bags and put a small suitcase in the trunk.
Just one small suitcase.
I had been Kelsey's mate for three years, and yet I owned so pitifully little.
It felt like I had always been just a visitor in this pack.
Yvette leaned against the car, smiling as she spoke. "I thought you'd ask Leonard to help you move out of here."
"It's just this little bit of stuff. No need to bother him," I said casually, opening the car door.
Leonard had definitely offered to help me move anytime.
"He'll probably feel left out again, and maybe throw a tantrum," Yvette teased, opening her door and sliding into the driver's seat.
"A tantrum?" I raised an eyebrow, looking at her in surprise. "He's how old? He still throws tantrums?"
Yvette started the car, her tone filled
