In Love with a Shifter

Logan stared at the man—no, the dog-man—his mind struggling to process what was happening.The stranger tilted his head again, eyes wide with curiosity. His damp hair stuck to his forehead, and his expression was so familiar—Logan had seen that same look on the dog’s face just last night.“This isn’t real,” Logan muttered, rubbing his temples. “I drank too much. I’m dreaming. That’s gotta be it.”The man blinked at him, then slowly lifted a hand and reached toward Logan.“Nope!” Logan scooted back, nearly falling off the bed again. “Stay over there, whoever you are!”The man flinched, then lowered his hand. He looked confused, like he wanted to say something but didn’t know how.Logan’s phone was still on the bed, the call to the police active. He could hear the dispatcher’s voice: “Hello? Sir? Are you still there?”Logan hesitated. His thumb hovered over the screen.This was insane. He should let the cops handle it. But what would he even tell them? That the stray dog he took in had

Logan awoke to the smell of smoke.Not the terrifying, your-house-is-on-fire kind of smoke, but the acrid, unmistakable scent of burned toast.Something clattered in the kitchen, followed by a low thump and a startled, "Oh no."He groaned, dragging himself out of bed and padding barefoot into the hallway. When he turned the corner into the kitchen, the scene that greeted him nearly made him laugh and cry at the same time.Kai stood in front of the stove, now shirtless. He'd apparently discarded Jared’s T-shirt and Logan could see it peeking through the trash bin. Kai gripped the spatula, poking at what looked like eggshells sizzling in the greasy frying pan. There were two pieces of charcoal that might've once been toast, and a bottle of milk had been knocked over, dripping off the edge of the counter.Kai turned when he heard Logan’s footsteps. His face lit up. “I make food.”Logan blinked, trying to suppress a laugh. “Is that what this is?”Kai beamed, completely oblivious to the dis