Thread: The Half Moon Club (EvelynWillows x Collector of Rarities)

Carla winter had just left a job she loved as a woman's MMA star. She'd spent a good seven years becoming the undefeated champion in her weightclass, landing several advertising deals and making a nice deal of money for herself. Unfortunately, she'd had to leave because it had been long enough that people would start noticing that she wasn't aging being a werewolf had its downsides. Carla was a bit on the tall side for a woman, standing at 5'6, although there were plenty of men that towered over her. She had snow white hair, which she kept in a short, boyish cut, and icy blue eyes. She was well-muscled for a woman and, although a good deal of it was tone, her physique was a little too hardy to qualify as athletic. She had C-cup breasts, a narrow waist and wide hips, although not many would describe her as feminine, thanks to her muscle. Her movements were always confident, perhaps even a little cocky she knew what she was doing and where she was going and she wasn't the type to let people stand in her way. Carla was a bit of an anomaly in that she was a lone wolf that had survived perfectly well on her own for just over a hundred years, although she still looked to be in her mid-twenties. Most lone wolves were either killed off by alphas who didn't like loners in their territory or by vampires who just wanted a good hunt. Carla, however, had dedicated most of her life to learning the martial arts. Her parents had traveled a lot when she was young and during a tour of Asia, she'd become enamored with the martial arts. Her father had let her train in karate and, after both of her parents had died in a dispute with a Japanese pack, Carla had dedicated herself to learning as many fighting styles as she could. This was why, when she finally arrived in Boston in the early 2000s, she'd entered underground fighting arenas for money. She'd started out fighting mostly human opponents, but quickly started fighting other wolves exclusively for progressively larger amounts of money. A few years later, she had been contacted by a talent scout for women's MMA who'd seen her in action at her gym. All of that was behind her now, though and she was looking for new work. Fortunately for her, she'd attracted the attention of every pack in Boston and each of them wanted her working for them. She'd turned down several job opportunities since they involved actually joining a pack, which she did not want to do she knew the way males tended to operate and she didn't particularly fancy becoming someone's bitch. Fortunately, one of the packs owned a nightclub, The Half Moon Club it was a very high-end club with a discriminating guest list that also happened to be neutral ground, not just for the packs, but also for the local covens as well. With any luck, she'd be able to land a job working security at the Half Moon without actually having to join the pack that ran it. Carla wasn't wearing anything particularly dressy, although she had put on her nicest casual outfit a black t-shirt that hugged both her breasts and her biceps, a pair of dark jeans and a pair of black leather biker boots. It was 10 AM, still far too early for the club to actually open, which made it a good time for an interview. Carla put on a cocky grin and strode into the club like she owned the place before taking in her surroundings and looking for the owner.