Kelly
Kelly sank onto the unmade bed in her now empty room, staring at the bare walls and the empty closet. Everything that had made this room hers was now gone.
She glanced out the window towards the driveway with a sigh. Only a couple of hours ago, a couple of wolves had pulled up with orders from Tate to help pack and move. Before they had left, one of the wolves who had helped haul her things out had offered to drive her over to the packhouse, but she had politely refused, even though she didn’t have another way over. Her car was still sitting in front of the cabin. Her “mate’s” idea.
Sighing again, she decided she'd call her “mate” later to come pick her up. That would probably make him happy, she thought. He’d probably pick her up and walk her over the threshold as if she were h
