A.N. here. hi, this is my first ever story and I hope you enjoy reading it! I went with divergent werewolves, even though nothing werewolf related really happens in the chapter. I guess you could consider this to be a prologue to the story. anyway, I am going to try to make the characters as close to the book as possible, and I'm going to try to make this not your typical divergent fanfic. wish me luck. Anyway, tell me what you think I can do to improve in a review.

chapter 1

tris p.o.v.

I hear the pounding of feet on the frozen earth behind me, too many. They run on four legs, I on two. I have been running for quite some time now, but my senses stay sharp. My quick, frosty breaths come in rhythmic succession, slower than my tireless legs extending forever forward. The cold air numbs the tip of my frozen nose, with such acute sense of smell it almost hurts, and my sharp eyes are squinted against the whirl of snowflakes. I may appear to be in a position of vulnerability, but in reality, I am leading the pack.

I sit up with a start. This again. I keep having these dreams every night.

For the past couple of weeks I have been cooped up—first in the minivan, now in the house— and I long for a glimpse of freedom.

My family and I recently moved from Utah to Chicago, because my parents were feeling nostalgic, and wanted us to go to the same school they did in the city they grew up in. In Utah there were plentiful mountains to roam, but I haven't had the chance to try to find a place where I can run here. Thank god we live 10 miles away from a national park, or I think I would go insane. I'm on the brink as it is, my muscles screaming for a stretch.

I glance at the clock. 6:16. Well, it's too late to go back to sleep, and not early enough to go on the run I've been longing for. I slide off of the bed, and groggily search for something to wear.

After searching for a moment or so, I've found something suitable. Long grey-blue light wash jeans a size or two too large for my skinny legs, an oversized soft grey sweater with a high neckline, and some worn light grey converse. Afterwards, I wrap my long dull blond hair into a simple bun on the top of my head, and deem myself ready. I am almost out the door, but I can't help myself, I glance in the mirror. My cheeks redden slightly in shame at the vanity I am expressing, but my eyes skirt away just as quickly to uphold some of the habits that i have been taught from childhood.

My name is Beatrice Prior. My entire family and I may appear normal from a detached perspective, but we are what is most commonly known as werewolves, with the ability to change to a wolf, keen senses, and other cool tricks, like boosted physical power. We have been told from childhood to not let anyone know about us, both to keep ourselves safe, and to not show off.

I walk down stairs to the aroma of scrambled eggs. My brother, Caleb, is at the stove cooking us breakfast, and I feel a twinge of guilt. I should have woken up early to help him, but I just don't have to same instinct he does, the same eyes that are always searching for a way to help.

He hears my decent, turns, and smiles placidly at me. "Are you ready? It's the big day today."

He, of course, is talking about the fact that we are starting at a new school today.

My mother explained what she remembered of it from her years studying there, and this school is different from any other school I've ever gone to. You get to choose what they call a "faction" at the beginning of the school year, which will separate what sort of classes you take, who you are with, and even extracurriculars you can take.

There are five of them: Amity, who will likely grow up to do mundane, domestic jobs. They are very low gear, caring more about people's feelings than getting a job done. They focus on - what i consider to be stupid - things like getting along with people, and mindless trust and happiness.

The next is Candor, who usually become lawyer, politicians, and other similar careers. Their faction features debate classes, and even trains their students how to tell if a person is lying. They value honesty - to a ridiculous point.

Following that is Erudite, whose people are commonly known as the nerds. They are the future scientists, mathematicians, and teachers of our generation. They mostly focus on intelligence, and knowledge. (It isn't a surprise they're known as nerds, it's basically just a giant, un-official nerd club).

Then comes Dauntless are the crazy ones, always climbing, jumping off of, and destroying things. They build muscle while the rest of the factions build brains. and My father calls them the "hellions." They value "bravery," which basically means there isn't anything they're too scared to do, or at least they won't let you know that they are.

Abnegation - the faction Caleb and i will be joining - focuses on selflessness, and forgetting oneself. There, we will learn how to serve others, and practice a bunch of exercises to forget ourselves. Soon, people will most likely forget us too. We will help others, as they forget who we are. Caleb will probably fit in perfectly, he is already acting like a true Abnegation student. I, on the other hand, might have some trouble with it.

My mother and father were in that faction when they lived in Chicago as teenagers, and insisted Caleb and I joined it. Two weeks into the school year you are given the chance to switch factions, but that would be shameful and selfish, not to mention that, in our family at least, you would end up offending your parents.

I finish my way down the stairs and return his smile, giving a bland "Yes, and you?" so's not let the conversation focus on me for too long.

"Yes, I'm sure it will be lovely. Is your backpack packed? Do you have everything?" I smile and nod, glad we only had to pack a backpack. The schools faction campuses are spread out, with trains running from one to the next.

They are spread out over such a large space that they each have dorms next to each of the school buildings for the kids in that faction to stay in. since Caleb and I are going to be in abnegation, we don't have to stay in dorms because we live so close to the school.

I quietly busy myself setting the table for breakfast. When my parents come downstairs, we all serve each other, share a prayer, and begin to eat. My parents are talking about their schedules today and how they feel about, it while Caleb and I quietly listen.

Caleb sits upright and attentive while my mother speaks, like he is going to be quizzed on her plans for shortening the time between blanket deliveries to the homeless shelter. From the way he seems to care, it almost wouldn't surprise me if he asked her every detail about it, but no. that would be disrespectful. At meals, our listening ears are a gift to our parents. I, however, am struggling with an inner turmoil writhing within me, a deep rooted feeling that i am not good enough for the faction i am going to.

Too soon, it seems, we are done and on our way out the door. I - being slightly anxious- offer to do the dishes to stall, but my parents wave away my offer.

Caleb and I start down the pothole riddled street, weaving around them to avoid tripping. The bus doesn't come this far to pick us up, so we have to walk to the bus stop.

As the bus rounded a corner and headed to our stop, I couldn't help but wonder how I would ever fit in in Abnegation.

We arrive in front of the squat, no nonsense, grey building. Caleb and I meet our neighbors - Susan and Roger Black - as they are coming through the doors, and exchange a friendly greeting. Afterwards, we walk in a comfortable silence with the flow of students, stopping at the office for our schedules.

As I go through my classes, I get more and more uncomfortable. It is nice to live in a world where everyone forgets themselves and helps each other, but there is a particular type of smothering pressure, like a nagging feeling that I do not completely belong to these selfless peacemakers.

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