CHARLES’S POV
Randolph shreds to the surface and runs down the street, full speed. His paws are pounding against the concrete showing his pads no mercy. No matter how fast we go, it still seems like we will never get there.
“Hurry, Randolph! They could already be there!”
“Maybe they won’t. The Boutique is not the first place I would have looked!” Randolph huffs back, trying to catch his breath.
Several horns are blasting behind us, followed by a man calling me a dumb mutt. Two women scream, telling the fool to call the game warden. Randolph whips his head back long enough to show them blood-red eyes and pearly white fangs. The women scream and run back to their Volkswagen.
“Ha! You know you are starting to act more and more like me every day.”
“It’s Pearl! I’m worried, Charles, and y
