Chapter Four

                           FIVE MONTHS LATER

    I won't aim the needle at her eyes, I won't, I won't.

                                 But it's sure as hell hard not to send the tattoo needle deep into her fellow tattooist eyes. Doing her best to ignore the annoying woman over her shoulder she put the finishing touches to the red and bright blue butterfly her client requested. Normally, Tasha don't give a fuck about anybody's opinion or snide remake and she sure as hell don't give a shit about Dora's, who the hell name their kids Dora anyway? But Tasha was simply to tired, and don't have the tolerance to deal with Dora right now.

  

                  In all the close to six months she'd used here she has tried hard not to let the insult her fellow tattooist to bother her, they dish out insult with fake smile. Tasha had sensed the reason they gave her their patronizing smile and insult– she didn't belong. Tasha don't have multiple tattoo, and she's too thin, the only tattoo was the one in her back and she didn't think Dora's interested in looking at them. 

         And it is Tasha's fault that some customers want he too draw their tattoo?? Having her hanging over here shoulder's really getting irritating. Her wolf growl inside, getting irritated too. Her wolf, who doesn't like confrontation but was very quick in defending herself anyway. 

          If Dora knew she was an half shifter, Tasha imagine her hatred was going to be worse that this. She and her family belong to a group of human who believe in the isolation and controlling of shifters. They wanted the government to control, monitor all shifters. The matter's in court now and would be addressed five months to this time. With all that happening, Tasha had made sure no one knew that she was half shifter, no one that is but her boss and fellow half shifter– Jane. Even the local pack was not aware of there half blood, she had made sure never to be close to them to find out. 

                Tasha stayed out of the rader of the local pack because the Red Blood Pack's Alpha was a gang lord who dealt in all kind of drugs and weapons in the underworld. They were one nasty pack and she had no desire of "disappearing" like some of their pack members. 

         "How'd you like this miss?" Tasha asked her last customer for the day. She brought her equipment for cleaning and dress the newly made tattoo. 

         The "miss" who was maybe 21 turned to her and gave her an honest answer. "It's beautiful." 

   

                 Dora made a noise at the back of her throat but Tasha was giving her any attention. Jane, her boss came over to look at it. "Wow, you sure know how to draw, girl." 

                 Jane and Tasha had studied how to draw tattoo when they were in college, they became friends then, though they've lose contact over the years but she'd always asked her to visit her. When Tasha had called five months ago to ask if she could stay with her and she'd been very delighted. Jane had guess though after she arrived that that it was not just a casual calling, and Tasha liked that she didn't press it but Tasha had told her anyway– that she's hiding from someone.

                   Being the understanding friend that she was Jane hadn't press for more and wanted her new fresh life to be free of the past, not dwelling on the past, like the fact that she was rejected by the bastard of the year, Onyx. Tasha missed all her friends from home, she spoke to them on the phone but it's not the same thing, Tasha had started to feel unhappy. Not only about Onyx's rejection but about income as well, as much as she would wish otherwise her pay from the tattoo Job is not enough, and the house she rented is slowly falling apart, apparently, the landlord is good at not doing his job. And the stability and closeness that the pack provided was also missing, she missed that too but she had no intention of returning. Of ever seeing Onyx face to face again, even if he was the one that complete her soul. 

       Losing Onyx without even having him was hard, and it hurt her wolf too. She didn't understand why Onyx hadn't stake it's claim and she viewd it as rejection. Her wolf was angry at both of them, Onyx for not claiming her and Tasha for leaving, she wanted to be close to her mate, not knowing that Onyx had no intention of ever claiming her. 

    Snapping out her thought, she checked the time and then went to the reception to check out. Dora followed her, shooting her sharp daggers from her eyes. She had been trying to get a reaction out of Tasha since morning and Tasha was afraid she was going to get one, what with her wolf not in mood for this. 

    Tasha signed. "What do you want Dora? If you don't notice am going home and an tired because some of us actually work here." 

    Dora gave her a sharp look. "What? You've being here for like 1 minute and everyone's already your best friends?" 

    Jane appeared, saving Tasha. "That's enough Dora." Dora gave an huff, glared at her and returned back to the working room. Tasha rolled her eyes, another shift done and she had come very close to remove Dora's eyes. That girl have a problem.

   The sixteen minutes work to home was uneventful, she let herself inside her the house, closed the door and hung her jacket on the rack, greatful to be off work. She kicked her shoes away with a moan of relief. She was about to go to her room when the scent hit her and it registered in the mind that she was not alone. She turned, jaw hanging open as she gaze at what she saw. A tingle of happiness hit her, making her breath catch. There, siting casually as if he belong there, with his am crossed and long legs sprawled was the very last person Tasha wanted to see – Onyx.

                    "Do you always leave your window open when you go out?" 

    

          She was so beautiful. It ache Onyx to look at her sometimes. Even though she was not small, she was elf like, Pettie with heart shaped face, small nose clear skin. And her freckles was begging him to trace them this his tongue. His wolf was content for now, he has been an angry beast for the five months of looking for her. His wolf felt alive than she had been with any other human. Onyx was the same. 

                             He had finally found her.    

  

    A strong need, longing passed through him both physical and emotional, making his body come alive. "Hello, Tasha." 

    Tasha jumped, as his voice snapped her out of her thought. His voice was smooth and authoritative voice without appearing so. The voice, his voice make her submissive part come alive. "What are you doing here?" He looked as dangerous as always, always looking relaxed even when he's about to strike. 

        Onyx shrugged his powerful shoulders. "You are my mate, wherever you go I go too." 

     He said it like it was scientific facts, like it was that simple, the coil of lust that's slowly feeling her over shadowed her irritation. He was look at her like he would like to have her for dinner. His gaze was intense, just like the night they met, but this time determination burned there too. 

       Onyx looked at her eyes, blue ringed with gold, with usually twinkle with michviciouness but now filled with shock. "Do you really think I won't find you? You think I won't come for you? Don't look so surprised?"

     Tasha felt a surge of hot anger at his words. What the hell was he doing here? He had no right! To find her when he had already rejected her. This is her life! She didn't need him to be shadowing her and mendleing in it! He didn't want her and he won't let anyone have her too, he'd proven as much when he scared off Royd when he thought they were dating. 

    And Tasha knew that even if he should mate with another woman, he'd still try to control her life. What choice does she has but to leave? He was trying to to mess up the life she'd just started building here? But her wolf didn't care about all this, now that the shock was gone her wolf wanted to run to him, touch him and allow him to claim her, to claim him too. Lovely. 

        "You've found me, and as you can see, I am also well. Thank you for the visit." She turned away before he had a chance to say anything she went to the table to fix herself a drink, ignoring him even when he followed her. 

      "I didn't come here to find you, I came here to take you home."