Wolf Tonic

Big’s POV Have you ever just met someone and thought: Oh, s**t, this girl thinks I’m going to kill her? And then had the urge to do something, to prove that you won’t, and end up doing the exact opposite, making things a million times worse? Yeah, story of my life! So, here are some fun facts about me. I’m the head of security of an all-exclusive club called Tonic. In other words: I’m a bouncer, so it was basically my job to look big, bad, and scary. And ‘exclusive’ here means it’s a werewolf club, or ‘shifters’ as some prefer to call us. So, I have to be really scary to even phase some of these idiots. Now, don’t get me wrong... I like my job! It pays well, and the hours are just to my taste: late nights and late mornings. No drinking on the job, drugs-free, and lots of generally nice and hip people to be around. And although it was my job to be scary, to put punks in their place, I also provide security for those who felt--- Ok, I have no way of saying this without being sexist, so: girls! Cause honestly, have you seen the statistics? Girls can be kickass and handle their own, but even a Navy SEAL female could get r***d if she didn’t expect it or got drugged. And let’s just face it: Some men are just that kind of pigs! I got up when the alarm went off. I am NOT a morning person, but once the alarm goes off, I’m up. I’m not happy, I’m not grumpy… I’m just up. I enjoy the peace and quiet, looking over the security tapes, planning the employees next shift and drinking my coffee. I also answer some e-mails if someone had a complaint, but that was rarely the case… Outside, the rain started to pour. I glanced over the huge windows, watching the sad Wednesday turning into a gloomy Wednesday night. My place is at the edge of the territory, since most packs keep human settlements as neutral territory. I lived in town, but close enough to the pack to be included. I just stayed under the radar by not stirring up too much trouble. I sat there, watching the rain for a while. This probably meant fewer people at the club, but then again, I didn’t mind. Ellen was tripping to get home sooner to take care of her infant son, and with fewer visitors, there should be no problem in letting her off early. As usual, I made sure I had an hour workout before I hit the shower and got ready for work. Hell, when your job is to scare werewolves, you need to be big! Not that I had a problem in that department. I am HUGE! In fact, it had become my name: Big! I was a full 7ft tall – nope, that’s actually a full 2 meters and 15 centimeters! – and a massive weight of 320 pounds! And it’s all mussels. So yes, I’m that kind of massive. I can’t walk through a normal door without bending down and walking in sideways. I packed up my gear, shaved, and before I left, took a glance at myself in the full-size mirror. Ok, it was full size for normal people, while I had to stand at least 12 feet back to be able to see myself. I shaved my hair, so nobody knew it was actually a rather plain blond/brown, but my trimmed beard was black as night. I guess you could say I looked like a typical bouncer. Well, except that I’m a werewolf with a size that makes most werewolves look like f*****g chihuahuas! Yes, I had a love/hate relationship with my size. Sure, it was good for work, but it made social life rather---challenging! Most people saw me and just automatically thought I was a bad guy. The tough guy! The drug dealer on the street or the mob hitman, living in solitude with only his ghosts! Nobody knew I liked music like Evanescence and Within Temptation before they changed the lead female singer. I also liked writing love lyrics, playing the guitar and the piano, and I knew that white and eggshell were two different colors. But most people saw my rough exterior and ran for the hills, screaming. Well, all except Boss! But then again, he was looking for trouble... “I thought I smelled wet dog,” Boss laughed, already pouring himself a glass of gin, pulling out another one for me. I didn’t refuse and emptied it in one gulp. Hey, I might be coming to work, but I was no saint! And as I made it a rule to not get involved with alcohol at the club, I did like a good whiskey on the rocks before having to stand outside, watching out for trouble, counting sheep, and standing for endless, bad flirting while boys and girls were trying to get in with bad fake ID’s… I pulled up a chair and took the glass, looking up at the man who hired me after meeting me on the streets. I’d just broken off a street fight between some stupid teens, and he’d just walked up behind me, clapping his hands, like a f*****g badass movie villain! He was what you would call a man with class. Long, black coat, covering his tall, finely trimmed 6"2 body. A suit fitted for perfection and a face that was sculpted by the gods themselves! His pitch-black hair was styled to impress, and his dark brown eyes, that looked like they could burn holes into your soul. Oh, and a werewolf! Which meant naturally fit and a top predator... He walked up to me, smiling and seemingly impressed by what he saw. “I like your style,” he said, nodding with approval. “Enough force to get them to f**k off but holding back just enough to not actually hurt them. Very impressive!” He continued, to a very confused me. You see, I’d just gotten my ass accepted into this pack back then, after being rejected by two others. And I’d only gotten accepted here because I’d been lying on my application. As in hiding the fact that I had a record of bad behavior--- Or, just being in the wrong place at the wrong time – A LOT! So of course, I was on edge meeting this mysterious man in a dark alley and a maddening smile on his face. But just like me, there was more to Boss than met the eye. “Are you by any chance looking for a job, Mr…?” he continued, reaching out his hand to me. “Trevor,” I answered, carefully shaking the stranger’s hand. “Jack Tervor. And you are?” “Samuel Cook! But everyone just calls me ‘Boss’,” he answered, quickly pulling out a business card and handing it to me. “I’m looking for a security guard at my club; it’s exclusive, so I’ll need someone of your caliber to make sure the job gets done properly.” I looked at the card, convinced that this was some sick joke. But the man kept a straight face as he continued to look at my handywork with a satisfied nod. “Come by tomorrow, and we’ll work out the details of your employment, alright?” He was cocky, confident, and knew how to carry himself. He always talked like he had the answers to the questions you didn’t know how to ask yet. And I honestly envied him, his natural flair for flirting and teasing anyone who walked into his club, without once sounding like a pig. Oh yeah, he was a total womanizer, but once you got to know him, that’s just the way things worked with him. He was an all-around good guy with a s*x drive that went through the roof; even for a wolf. The only thing he didn’t like talking about – EVER – was his actual age… “I take it you’re at the door tonight?” Boss asked, offering me another shot once he noticed my gloomy face. I nodded. “Yes and no, thanks,” I sighed, hoping the night was going to go fast and uneventful. “Sorry, but the overhead is late – again,” Boss answered sympathetically, as he’d moved to make something about the issue, the same day I made him aware of the problem. Not just for his guests, but also for the staff. He agreed and made an order that not only would cower the entrance but the line as well. “Then you have to get used to the smell of wet dogs tonight,” I teased back, before heading to the back to gear up. I had Tony, another staff member, monitor the cameras and notify me if anything seemed out of the ordinary. I also let Ellen know that if there weren’t a lot of visitors, she was free to leave at nine, leaving me, Tony, and two other security members in charge for tonight. And as usual, I was right. Wednesday and rain did equal few people, but by the time Saturday rolled in, it would take a bloody hurricane to keep people from the club! It had been a long line, a lot of fake ID’s I had to turn down, and some werewolves that just didn’t know how to take ‘no’ for an answer. To say I was tired by the time my shift ended would be an understatement. But at least Sundays were my one day off, so I could sleep in for as long as I wanted… “Big?” I looked up and saw Boss with no less than four young ladies at his side. They all looked to be his usual SSSW selection as we used to call it: the slut, the stupid, the shameless, and the wild. Using the standard numeric system, they ranged from 8 and above, with assets in all the right places: small ass, big boobs, and big mouth. They didn’t seem to know dignity even if it kicked them in the ass – just like the man at their hands – and didn’t have a problem with Boss’s rather dominant and malicious s*x games. Don’t ask how I know that… “Yes, Boss?” I answered, smiling like I didn’t know or care about what was going to happen, and kept my eyes on the man. He didn’t like anyone eyeing his selection. He didn’t like ‘his girls’ – as he used to say – being "thinking about someone else while he put all the effort into making them come like mad". Not that I had eyes for that kind of girls, but hey! Their life, their p***y--- their choice! “We’re going upstairs now,” he continued, ignoring the not-so-subtle glance I got from one of the girls, and threw me the keys. “Lock it up for me, will you?” “Sure thing,” I said, smiling back. Now, it wasn’t a crime to f**k around, even for werewolves; not within the pack or with other humans, but I still got a bad stomach-turning feeling, when I saw him flashing around with underaged girl. Or even legal ones. Cause, as he easily depicted a 24-year-old bachelor and lied about being that age, he was in fact a 35-year-old man! So yeah… There’s a moral dilemma I’m not going to have, because as wrong as I thought it was, I didn’t do much to stop it either. Guess, shame on me on this one too… I locked up and went outside to the parking lot behind the club, heading for my car. That’s when I saw her! She was fighting off some guy, trying to get into her pants. Or in this case, under her dress. Failing miserably, even if she clearly had had some training. Now see what I mean? The guy was just too big for her and easily overpowered her. Some laws of physics just couldn’t be denied! I didn’t think. I reacted! “HEY!” I snapped at him, pulling him off her, throwing him against one of the cars. His eyes met mine; for a second he looked surprised and--- My heart sank once I noticed! His eyes were distorted and lined with a red stripe around his retina. His veins had a black shade, pumping violently against his tan skin. Oh f**k! As alcohol didn’t do much for werewolves, there were a couple of drugs that actually did get us high like hell. And when it was laced with wolfsbane, it really got into a wolf’s head… He took a swing at me, anger and madness controlling his actions. I managed to duck and made a move for my restrainers--- f**k! Of course! Now I remembered that I’d packed it all up for the night! The madman took another swing at me, forcing me to take a step back. Crape! Guess I just had to do this the old-fashioned way... I made a stand, allowing his next hit to connect with my arm. I grabbed it and pulled him in, using my other fist to connect with his jaw. I felt it c***k, and to my satisfaction the hit did do the job it was supposed to: knocking the man out! “f**k,” I muttered, annoyed, shaking the pain off my hand while making a mental note to look into where this i***t got drugs that were laced with wolfsbane… A thud behind me got me to look back around. Not that I’d forgotten the girl he was molesting, but I didn’t get a really good look at her before. My heart skipped a beat--- and suddenly, I felt a little more sympathy for the man I’d just knocked out. She. Was. HOT! As in classy, fine-ass, beautiful! Her blond hair crashed like waves over her shoulders; it was dyed, of course, but it fitted her beautiful heart-shaped face and enchanting, dark blue eyes. There was an invisible amount of make-up on her face only to underline her already natural beauty, while her thick and voluminous lips had a seductive blood-red color, begging to be kissed! I couldn’t stop a shallow gasp that escaped my lips when I was done eyeing her… She had backed herself into the concrete wall behind her, and that’s when the fear and terror in her eyes finally hit me. I was scaring her shitless! And taking just one glance at me, I couldn’t really blame her… Fuck!