So, I found this idea from Secretspy286, and she let me use it. Check out her story, it's awesome. Disclaimer: Disclaimed. I don't even own the idea of the fic—though I do own the plot. Loves.

Chapter 1

The brush slid easily through my hair. I was glad I'd conditioned it three extra times, even if it took longer. The mirror I stand in front of reflects me, with my caramel hair and blue-grey eyes, and my room, painted a dull blue, the carpet a cadet shade of blue. The double bed was a perfect shade of gray-toasted lavender, with blue pillows. I hear a knock at the door and hold the brush in one hand like a weapon, though I doubt I would need it. I was right, it's my brother Caleb, who is tall with dark-hair and fake glasses.

"Hey, Beatrice!" Caleb exclaimed, I made face.

"Why do you have to be so happy all the time?" I asked.

"It keeps my complexion clear." Caleb said innocently. After a minute of trying not to we burst into laughter. "I came to make sure you were awake. I didn't want you to be late to school," he said after we finished laughing.

"Please, Caleb," I said, a wave of annoyance coloring my eyes, "Am I ever late?"

"No," Caleb smiled, and backed away, grabbing his gigantic backpack and trooping down the stairs. I grabbed my own backpack, a normal-sized purple one, and slung one strap over my shoulder. On my way out the door, I grabbed an orange.

The walk to school was uneventful. I switched off between jogging and walking, peeling the orange and throwing the peelings onto the dirt. When I get to school I grab my morning books and head outside to the willow tree. The tree is as tall as the second-floor science classroom and I have to duck under the vines to sit against the trunk. A girl with coffee-dark skin and hair and determined eyes stands next to me. I nod at her.

"Hey Christina," I say, and only then does the girl smile.

"Hey, Tris."

That's how it works with my gang; I acknowledge them first, and then they are free to talk. I am the leader.

Will, another newer member of my gang comes up and stands next to me as well. I nod at him and he settles back, grabbing Christina's hand with a lazy expression.

The next person to arrive to our meeting place is Uriah, a darker-skinned, trigger-happy daredevil who always has a smile on his face. Next comes Marlene, who has a crush on Uriah, but either he doesn't notice her flirtations, or he ignores them. Last to arrive is Al. Al is a gentle-giant type, who doesn't fight, but is good for intimidation purposes. This is my gang.

"So, Uriah, how goes Anderson?" I ask, naming one of my rival towns.

"Well, you know Susan," Uriah says, momentarily replacing his lazy expression for a more irked one, "Stubborn as a bull, that one."

"Don't I know," I thought. Susan is my brother's crush. She is also a wolfblood, a sort of reformed werewolf that turns during full moons, at will, and in heightened emotional situations.

"Will, what about Redding?" I ask naming another rival group.

"They haven't shown up to our meetings lately," Will says frustratedly, "The last time I saw them only this one puny kid showed himself, wanting a fight this Friday."

"Lovely," I mumbled.

"Oh, Susan wants a peace treaty on Wednesday," Uriah announces.

"Today is Wednesday," He nods, "Dammit, Uriah! When I ask for info, I want a full report!" I growl through clenched teeth.

"I know, I know, I just forgot."

"Last Friday was when you met with them last!"

"Yeaaah."

"Fine. Whatever. Be on time with me next time." I snap.

"Mmm-hmm, of course." The bell rings, and I straighten up and head towards the main building.

The whole gang has to be present for a peace treaty. It is required. Susan's gang is bigger than mine, but much less violent. Most of them wear baggy clothes, and they call themselves Abnegation. My gang, settles in Happy Valley. A small town between Anderson and Redding is called Divergent, and Redding is Dauntless. Amity is in San Francisco, Candor is in Corning, and Weaverville is Erudite.

They are all Wolfbloods. To humans, they are gangs—which they are —but they are also packs. I am the leader of Divergent, Susan is the leader of Abnegation, a guy named Four runs Dauntless, and a girl named Cara runs Erudite. I have never had to associate with the others and therefore I don't know their leaders names.

Susan and her pack are all wolves, as am I, and the rest of Divergent. The thought came to my mind unwillingly and I pushed it away.

We're here for a peace treaty, Tris. Quit thinking of ways to hurt people.

Between one step and the next I shift into my human form gracefully, and stand up. I stop when I am about three feet away from Susan, who has also shifted.

"Hey, Susan," I say politely. I don't particularly hate her however, I am frequently annoyed by the girl's stubbornness.

"Hello, Tris," Susan says, "Hey, Divergent!" Some of the pack members nod or snort in acknowledgment; Uriah yaps lightly.

"So you want to call a peace treaty?" I ask, smoothing my black pants.

"Of course," Susan says, sweeping her long black hair off her shoulder. Her violet eyes smile with her mouth, and Christina butts her head against my leg. She is telling the truth.

I smile.

"We would love to establish a peace treaty with you," I say, "but we aren't you guys, and we're not Amity. If we say yes to your offers, then we're not jumping in front of trains to prove our loyalty, and we're not going to be playing video games with each-other to bond."

"I wouldn't expect you to. I'd just like for us to stop trying to kill one another," she says seriously.

I smile at her humor. "So, what's your first condition?"

Just as we are about to shake hands, I hear a rustle in the bushes and freeze; both Divergent and Abnegation are still, and Will is growling lightly. He can sense danger.

I slap my hand into Susan's, shake it once, and I back up shifting as I go. Her eyes are wide, and she sweeps around, spinning, eyes yellow. There is a ring of people around both of our packs.

Susan turns again, "you tricked us!" She exclaims. Uriah yips in protest. Susan shifts, turns, and pounces on me. So that's how it's going to be.

I dodge her jump, stepping away at the last possible moment, then I jump her.

My jaws, clad with razor-sharp fanged teeth, latch onto her neck, and I shake her in my mouth as if to decapitate her without any blades, but I let her go. Her body flies across the clearing and hits a tree where she falls against the trunk. She doesn't get up.

All of Divergent, including me, howls in victory, though we were just at a peace ceremony. Our celebration ceases when one of the howls changes from one of triumph, to one of pain.

It's Uriah.

Packs are extremely loyal therefore even though there's an active threat in front of us, we turn to the yellow-lab colored wolf who has just attacked one of our members. Will's teeth are bared and he jumps for the wolf just as one of the Abnegations goes for Christina. She growls, multiplies in size, and dodges them effortlessly.

The pack outside all have glowing yellow eyes except for one, a dark brown one with dark blue eyes. I recognize the leader. Dauntless.

I know the dark brown wolf is the leader and I wait for him to come to me. His pack has one less member than mine, but Al won't fight, so we're even.

The leader is in front of me.

"So, this is the ruthless Tris," he says, growling lightly with dangerous-looking wolf smile.

"And you're Four, right?" I ask, faking innocence before going in for the kill, "You hear from your daddy lately?" I taunt.

Four growls louder, going for my neck, but I spin away, yipping with laughter.

He, still clumsy with anger, follows me as I back away. He laughs to himself when he sees the "oh fuck" in my eyes; I backed myself against a tree.

I am going to die.

Four howls. It isn't a howl of joy and contentment or pain and fear; it was a command, a watch as I kill her howl.

Fighting ceases around us. The clearing is absolutely silent. Four is smiling. He steps closer and I panic. I press my wolf-body harder into the tree. He opens his mouth, flashing his razor teeth, and snaps at the air in front of me, in an attempt to intimidate me. Then, he goes for my neck.

He misses.

I saw the momentary opportunity to run, and I took it. When he realized he missed, he swiped his claws at me but I am too fast for him, too fast for anybody. My power is that in fear, anger, and any negative emotion I can muster that would heighten my adrenaline, I can channel it into a human ability, say like strength or speed or idiocity. In this instance it boosted my speed.

I streaked past him, past the clearing, and flee the battle.

And my pack.

Okay, lovelies, this was edited by my betas, alexmichele and pinkrose14. NOT ONLY BY ME. So, hopefully it doesn't have as many mistakes. Loves!