Berkley
"Stop trying to take a sh*t, B, and shift!" Kelsey yells at me, gripping her hair with a large amount of frustration.
"For the love of god, Kelsey! I'm trying!" I shouted back, frustrated also.
"And what would that be? To take a sh*t, or to shift?" She mouths back.
I swear, one more time, I'm going after her. I don't even care that I love her at this point. We've been at this since eight o'clock this morning... it's currently noon.
I've made zero progress.
Kingston, though, the show off he is, has shifted a handful of times. Clearly, getting the hang of it easily.
His wolf is beautiful, by the way. Just for curious minds. He's a dark charcoal color, almost black. Eyes dark as night, and a proud attitude, but it must only extend to others. He was grumpy with Kelsey, but
