Kingston
Berkley, or 'B' is a damn kryptonite. Terrifying and alluring all the same. I didn't need a moment to process the fact we are werewolves. Well, scratch that. I probably do. But that isn't why I had to walk away from her last night. No.
I walked away because whatever string that attached us together was pulling tighter and tighter by the second. I wanted her. I needed her. Worst of all, I wanted to belong to her. I sound like a fool. I mean seriously, who turns into a wolf and their biggest problem is their attraction to a girl.
Looking at Berkley, anyone could tell she doesn't come from money, and if the shape her clothing is in is any indication, she more than likely doesn't have a lot of anything. She doesn't look like or act like the girls I normally involve myself with.
