GELLER'S POV
We arrived at the pack house and headed straight to the dining area. Knox or Alec must have mind-linked Quinn and Leslie, because not long after, they joined us and took their seats beside their mates.
“So, Geller,” Quinn began, a sly smile playing on her lips. “We met Phoebe earlier.”
Leslie chuckled, a hint of amusement in her tone. "She’s... uh, something."
“I heard,” I replied, sighing. “I’m sorry. She’s leaving tomorrow, I promise.”
Both ladies let out a sigh of relief. "Oh, good," Quinn exclaimed, a grin spreading across her face. "Because honestly, I don’t think I could stand her any longer."
Before I could say anything more, Melissa and Lynn appeared, carrying our steaming plates of food. They greeted us warmly as they set the plates down on the table. The distra
