A Girl's Best Friend: An Erotic Shapeshifter Paranormal Romance Read Online Free Page B

sun’s ultimate rays of light. A radiant smile with an eager stride was all so new and pleasant. Almost like a weight had been lifted from her tiny shoulders. It was a weight in which she had carried for years on end, holding her back from a full and glorious life that one should honestly be accustomed. Of course Pamela had been happy before, but never so vibrant and lively.
    “So what’s going on with you?” Logan asked. “I never saw you like this.”
    She didn’t respond. Trapped in her own mind, she’d fantasized only of rolling through a field of flowers. It was like a breath of fresh air, one she hadn’t experienced in all of her life.
A few cars rolled by in both directions as they walked away from her home.
    “Where are we headed?” Logan asked, as he looked ahead to see a dice game in full play on the corner.
    There were three young men. Two wore baseball caps, and white v-neck t-shirts, the third had long black hair that was tied into a ponytail, with a black shirt. They were stooped next to the bodega, bouncing the dice off the brick wall of the building, their backs to the street. Logan could see money on the ground but had no idea how much.
    Clapping and cheering went on as the dice bounced of the wall and smacked the cement; one of the baseball caps swiped up the bills from the ground, and rose to his feet. The other two guys reached in their jeans pockets and dropped a couple more. The dice were rolled again.
    “Pamela, did you hear me?” Logan asked as they neared the youngsters.
    She blinked back to reality. “Huh? No… What’d you say Logan?”
“I asked what’s been going on.” Logan said, catching the red eyes of the young man with a ponytail.
    “Oh… well… guess what?” Pamela asked, as they neared the gambling trio.
    Logan looked to her. “What…”
    They stopped.
    She looked to Logan. “My father won’t be coming around any longer. He…”
    And just then her purse was snatched right from under her arm.
    The young man with the ponytail bumped into the pair in a frenzy and ran up the block from where they had just come. Logan and Pamela weren’t expecting such nonsense in broad daylight on an open road. There hadn’t been much crime, if any, in the neighborhood.
    Pamela shouted for the thief to stop. She looked behind to see the other two gamblers take off around the other side of the bodega. She turned back to the thief and took a few steps in pursuit before she slowed to a stop.
    Logan grabbed her by the arm. “No! I’ll catch him. You call the police.”
    What better time could there have been for Logan to be a hero? He dashed up the concrete sidewalk behind the purse snatcher, in full pursuit.

Chapter 10
    Ponytail must have thought he was going to make a clean getaway. He ran about a block before busting a right, and jumping over a picket fence into someone’s backyard. That was a bad idea.
    He leaped into a yard with a full grown Rottweiler. The dog instantly showed its teeth, and chased Ponytail to the other side of the backyard. Ponytail jumped the other side of the picket fence and kept going.
    The dog’s chain was just long enough to reach the boundary. It jerked at the edge of the fence, the dog whined in frustration.
    Logan was just about to leap the picket fence too when he noticed the Rottweiler as it was barking in the direction Ponytail ran. With no time to waste, he decided to run around the fence.
    The oddity in this was that Logan did not get winded as easily as he would have before transforming into that big brown and red dog. Plus he did not feel any soreness in his ribs, as he had before either.
    Logan moved at an incredible Olympic sprinter’s fast rate. He could feel his feet getting ahead of him, kind of like he still moved on all fours. The wind blew around his face; he could feel his cheeks blowing back almost as an animal would when running at such break neck speed. The next corner was nearing. Without breaking for a second, he dipped to the