Officer Wolf (Sizzling Shifter BBW Romance) (With Bonus Book) by Sierra Burton

to that of a large and ferocious Bengal Tiger. Gasps echoed throughout the loud bar as the music suddenly died, and the man next to Brad let out a cry of horror.
    “ Fuck’s sake .” He bellowed.
    Brad sneered at him and let out a roar before smacking his face with the backside of his paw and then hopping down onto four legs. The man was sprawled out on his back and began to quickly crawl backwards on his hands and knees, tears streaming from his eyes as his nosed gushed blood. Brad walked stealthily towards him before roaring once again, so loud this time that it was almost deafening. Some of the greasy man’s buddies stood to their feet, but none of them looked confident. One of them pulled out a pistol and aimed it at Brad, whose yellow cat eyes darted up towards the man and then widened with fury before he pounced onto the man’s chest.
    “ Oh God ,” Was all the man had time to scream as Brad mauled him. The weight of the tackle sent the two of them crashing through the window that looked out into the parking lot, and then they tumbled onto the sidewalk. The gun was long gone, it had been knocked out of the man’s hand by the force of the blow, and he lay there bloody and broken, not moving a muscle as Brad’s transformed tiger body stood looking over him.
    “You like this? Is this what you expected?” Brad growled.
    The man’s face grew even more terrified, which Brad had expected. He probably thought he was dying and beginning to hallucinate. A tiger speaking to him? His eyes bulged out and Brad suddenly realized what had just happened; what he’d just done .
    Oh God, it’s over. I have to leave. I have to go, go go. Now .
    Brad rushed down the street on all four legs, his claws digging into the pavement slightly causing him to slide before he retracted them into his bushy paws. When he turned the corner of a derelict looking building he shifted back into human form. His tee shirt had been torn to pieces and hung over him like a torn blanket, but his jeans were intact. His shoes had vanished of course, squeezed off of his feet when they had turned to thick large paws.
    “ Fuck .” He groaned, and could smell that the sea was close. He knew he’d have to walk back to his car, what was he thinking? He quickly began to run back toward the bar where a large crowd had already gathered.
    He knew he had to face them; running wouldn’t do a thing. It wasn’t illegal to be a shifter, but tiger shifters were uncommon in America and he didn’t know what to expect. As he reached the large crowd he saw that the man he’d mauled clear through the window was standing, smoking a cigarette and leaned up against a car as he was patted by onlookers and gawked at by other bar patrons who simply stared at him.
    “Hey.” Brad said in a deep voice and stood about ten feet from the crowd. Their heads whipped around and eyes widened in unison as they saw him. They knew, even the ones who hadn’t noticed him before he shifted… They all knew it was him.
    The tiger .
    “What the fuck, man?” One of the guys said in a hoarse, drunken voice.
    “I’m a shifter, so what? Some random guy comes up to me causing trouble, I tell him to leave calmly. He comes back a minute later and downs a beer bottle on my head? So I lost my temper, I’m sure you all have moments where you do too. Can’t a guy get a break?”
    Hank and Nick were staring at him. Nick scratched his head and looked down at the ground. They both appeared to be stone cold sober; the drunkenness apparently wiped away with the outcome of the shocking bar brawl. Brad could tell that they were no longer his friends by the way they were shifting their gaze uncomfortably from him to the ground.
    “Just get out of here.” A man said.
    “Yeah.”
    “Hey, shut the hell up.” A beefy man walked forward. Brad recognized him as the bar’s owner, “You people got a problem with shifters? Well guess what ? I’m a damn wolf. Got a problem with me? Then get the hell