Berkley
Kingston was able to take his shower, change his clothes, and walk back to the living area before I was even able to pull myself up and off the couch. I just really don't understand this life I am living. I feel like I'm going to wake up at any moment and realize it was all a dream. I mean, realistically, it's the only thing that makes sense. Right? None of this is possible or shouldn't be possible. Unfortunately for me, it's real. Very real. It's like my life has turned into some crazy fantasy book check-list.
Orphaned? Check.
Homeless? Check.
Turn into a werewolf? Check.
Find my mate? Check.
Learn what a mate is? Check.
Get kidn*pped by my best friend, who also has been lying to me this entire time, and is also a werewolf? Check.
Have the power of invisibility? Chec
