Playing With Fire

It was never supposed to be like this you know, me fist fighting with a grown man at the bar I work for, getting my ass handed to be, in the literal sense. I came from a good home, two loving parents who adored me and never argued a day in their lives and who never put a hand on me.It was when they both passed that I started teaching myself self defense, not that I needed it. My mother was a werewolf and my father was a human, making me a half-ling. I got my mothers genes in every way possible, between the wolf genes to the looks. She was beautiful, she had this long light brown hair and deep sea blue eyes. I am her replica even down to the height of 5 foot 6 all except I have shoulder length hair, it made putting my bike helmet on easier. The only things I got from my father was the freckles. I was adorable if you asked me, but a force to be reckoned with. Anyways back to the fight, you see I work at a werewolf bar in Virginia. Humans frequent it as well but are oblivious to the wolf part. All my co-workers think I'm human too thanks to my mother. Her dying wish for my Aunt Jea who is a witch was to mask my scent from other supernatural beings. She wanted me to have a normal life without the chaos, but unfortunately after they died I lived for the chaos. The guy had to be around 6 foot 3 and an easy 230 pounds. Built like a brick wall and had the personality of one too. I was bar-tending the east side of the bar with Hanly who is not only a werewolf too but my best friend. The guy kept shouting at her to get him this and get him that in just a disgusting manor and then slapped her ass after every demand. Hanly could tell I was getting mad and just shook her head not too. I obeyed because besides her and the owner no one else knows what I am and I needed to keep it that way. Im stronger that most wolves I met, Aunt Jea said my mother was a very special wolf which is why she asked her to mask my scent. I've only met 3 in my 21 years of life who actually knew what I was. Henly, Mark the owner and Henlys brother Jax. Jax was what they call a beta in his pack. We had a fling a few years back but that ended once he found his mate. I was happy for him, he was a good guy. Henly brought the guy another round and this time he slid his hand too far, I had enough. I walked over as Henly started coming my way. "Skai, don't he is not worth it tonight. I'm fine okay?" She pleaded to me.  Through gritted teeth I hissed a fine before turning around and taking more drink orders. You see I had a fling with Henly too before her brother, slutty me I know. I loved the girl and still do but as nothing more than a friend now. As I was taking another order from this gorgeously curvy girl I turned around to start pouring when I felt a hand on my ass. I turned around disgusted and saw the brick wall guy with a smirk on his face. I smiled back and started leaning over the counter, making sure to show off the goods before I whispered in his ear. "Touch me again and I'll break your hand sweetheart." He looked amused and I swore he chuckled when I turned back around. Ignoring him I turned my attention back to the girl with her drink in my hand. "One s*x on the beach, that'll be 7.50" I said as I handed her the drink with my signature f**k me look. She handed me a $20 before leaning in close and seductively whispering, "Keep the change, I'll see you around." and with a wink she was gone. Ugh so much s****l tension these days, I need to get laid.  As I turned around to cash out for the change Mr. brick wall grabs my arm, tight and pulled me almost on his lap. "What are you gay or something? Cause you don't look gay.." He said as his grip got tighter on my forearm. I could almost start to see a bruise forming, and I could smell him clearer now. Wolf, and one from the River Ash pack too. One that was extremely intoxicated and f*****g with the wrong person tonight..  "Let me go" I hissed through my teeth, trying my best not to rip his head off and expose myself.  "I bet I could f**k you straight, little human." He chucked as he moved his other hand to the round of my ass.  I was pissed at this point and Mark could sense it from across the bar. This guy was from his pack and I knew he wasn't like that but he almost seemed fearful of him. His eyes glazed over before he made his way to us. "Ron let my bartender go, you're obviously hurting her arm" Mark stated as he looked apologetically at me. "Mind your business Mark, this ones mine tonight. I'll show her what a man feels like." He said as his hand on my wrist loosened but the one on my ass gripped tighter.  That is when I lost control. My fist collided into his nose and before he could register what happened I grabbed the hand on my ass and twisted it back until I heard it snap. f**k. I didn't mean to use that much force. I needed to get out of here. I looked over to Mark and with understanding in his eyes he looked over to the back door and nodded. I was making my way to the door quickly before the guy noticed and just when I reached for the handle I was tugged back hard making me fall to the ground.