Sold as the Alpha King's Breeder
"Is that all from the storm?"
"No. These two were trying to beat each other to death right before you showed up," Myla said, rising to her feet. The dog circled around her, then leaned against her leg, whimpering for more of her attention.
"Why?" I asked.
"Is that thing a shifter?" Troy interrupted. Keaton let out his breath, thankful for the subject to be changed.
"No, he's not. He's just a dog," I answered.
"How do you know?" Troy shuffled his feet, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked down at the dog.