The Reluctant Wolf: A Paranormal Romance (Werewolves and Shifters) by Susan G. Charles Read Free Book Online Page A

shot back. “Come on. You’re the big man with the gun, right? Giving orders with that…”
    The pimp bit down on his lips and advanced. “Oh, you think I’m playing with you!”
    He fell for it.
    No sooner than the pimp made his third footfall, Morgan had beamed the Lily in his face and followed up with the NIP. The gun went off as the pimp tried to deflect the objects. Jasmine screamed before she hit the concrete, moving out the way.
    Morgan rushed the pimp. He twisted his wrist until the gun fell out of his hand, spun him around with his arm now behind his back and shoved him into the alley, watching his back get small as he ran off into the night.
    Who’s the punk now!
    With all the vehicles on the road someone was sure to call the cops and Morgan had not planned on being there when they arrived. He walked back out to the sidewalk and swore. He had seen the mess his plants had made on the sidewalk. He sort of chuckled when the reality of what had just happened finally begun to settle in.
    Then he saw that Jasmine was still lying out on the sidewalk.

Chapter 12
    Damon’s female companions took to each of the brick walls on the left and right sides of the alley. They moved across them as if they had some type of newly developed suction devices glued to their hands and feet as they raced toward Morgan on all fours in their human forms, growling like the wild dogs they were. Morgan snapped his arms back with his fists balled, the veins in his arms protruded from beneath his skin. He raised his chin, and his war cry screamed for Damon.
    He knew the girls would not be a problem. He could sense they were newborns to the pack. He was backed by the way their eyes had shimmered when they gawked at the unconscious Jasmine. They weren’t yet fully absorbed to the untamed lifestyle of a true natured Werewolf.
    The two women came within five feet of Morgan and pounced off the walls, their arms stretched outward, claws and fangs extended as they soared through the air. Just as they reached him, he lunged for Damon. Diana and Kelly flew smack into each other, a bit shaken, now in the center of the alley in a head-spinning daze. Morgan and Damon locked up with one another, pounding on each other like they were arch rivals in a brutal fight to the death.
    “I’m going to enjoy seeing you suffer Morgan.” Damon stressed through his locked jaws.
    Morgan was too smooth for words. He wrapped his right leg around his brother’s right leg and pushed. Damon fell back, and before he hit the ground, spun around to face the cement, placed his hands down and pushed himself up into a backflip and landed behind Morgan on all fours, growling. Drooling like a rabid dog.
    The girls rose to their feet behind Damon. They snarled at Morgan, turned their sights on Jasmine. What did he care? He essentially did, but if they went for the harlot he would be able to focus his concentration on Damon and catch up to them later, unless their hunger craved red meat at that particular moment which he was almost confident the newborns were indeed ravenous.
    Damon charged again.
    The girls went for Jasmine.
    Morgan licked at his lips preparing to strike. His eyes sunk and his upper lip trembled with anger. He twisted his left foot getting a grip of the surface below. His nails grew to claws as Damon engaged. Both men leaped into the air; Morgan, his arm reaching toward the sky; Damon, his foot directed at his brother’s chest area.
    As his brother’s foot connected with his chops, Morgan slashed at Damon’s upper thigh. Morgan flew back to where he’d positioned seconds before, landing firm on two feet. Damon touched down not even five feet in front of him, now laughing, in a taunting way, underneath his breath.
    “Is this how you fight now Morgan?” Damon gave his clawed leg a look. “Like a girl?”
    His wound had now begun to heal.
    “Well that depends… was that your best shot or were you just testing my strength?” Morgan asked.
    “Would you