This is probably the shortest chapter in Bite that Binds thus far, but it's a good oneeeee.

This is AU

Characters may be ooc at times/during certain situations

Rated M: strong language/sexual content/gore

I do not own Divergent or any related characters/situations

Enjoy! :)


Tris' lip was going to fall off at this rate—copper filling her mouth as her teeth held her lip captive. Eric's silvery-blue eyes were locked on her as he stood before her—completely still. Everything was quiet, in a soft hush of anticipation. Even the wind was silent as it whispered through the trees. The only noise Tris could hear was her heartbeat—the frantic beating crawling up her throat as she stood there.

She inhaled sharply. "Actually, I have some questions for you." He quirked his brow, a cold chill spreading through her body. "Earlier, I—" Tris stopped mid-sentence, a sharp pain washing over her. She yelped, her knees buckling as her body spasmed. What is this? Her hands braced against the soft dirt, leaves crumbling between her fingers. She lifted her gaze—Eric peering down at her, eyes cold. She opened her mouth to speak, pain rippling through her—a strangled cry on her tongue. She watched something flash across his face—eyes grim before he averted his gaze—the pain vanishing.

Tris fell to the ground in a huff, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. She felt his warmth as he drew closer, his body hovering over hers. His hand was on her cheek, thumb stroking her skin as she leaned into him. "You can't disobey orders. It's a pack rule."

"I'm not a part of the pack yet." She blinked back the tears that began to prickle behind her eyes.

"You're my mate. The connection is there—this bond links you to me. And me to you. If you disobey me, pain will overtake you until you submit."

Tris shut her eyes, her throat swallowing hard as she turned on her side, Eric's chin grazing her shoulder. She heard him sigh before he started to pepper tiny kisses across her skin, her belly pinching. Tris bit her lip, feeding the anger that was boiling beneath her skin. No, she thought as she scooted away—a low growl sounding from his throat. She twisted her head to face him—his steely eyes locked on her. She quirked her brow, eyes narrowed in a challenge. She watched his lips twitch up, white teeth shining in the moonlight. She bit back on the fear that started to swell in her belly, a snort sounding from her as she turned her back on him.

"You're being childish," he said as his hands gripped her shoulders, roughly turning her on her back—eyes facing him. "It's just how things work."

"I don't like it. I want to be able to disagree with you—and not be in pain when I don't follow orders."

He tilted his head to the side before his features softened, his slate-blue eyes gleaming. He leaned into her, his chest pressed against hers as his lips ghosted over her jawline. She shivered into him, his lips capturing hers—tongues dancing together. "I won't ever make you do something you don't want to do—I'm not like that." She nodded softly, their eyes locked together. "But you will have to change."

Her heart plummeted. "But—"

He shook his head, finger covering her lips. "I will be with you every step of the way. You can do this."

She let out a deep breath, nodding slowly. "Okay," she said as Eric climbed off of her—his hand outstretched to grip hers. She grabbed his hand—warmth spreading through her veins. She looked to him, his eyes watching her every movement. She shook her head before inhaling sharply. Just turn into a wolf. It's not that hard, her mind whirred as she prepared to leap, her knees bent and heart racing. She took a step before his voice enveloped her, her feet skidding on the soft dirt.

"You might want to get out of your clothes."

She turned to face him, her eyes wide. "Excuse me?"

He raised a brow, his signature smirk plastering his face. "Take your clothes off—unless you want to walk home naked."

He winked at her and she felt heat crawl up her neck. "I have to get naked?" He nodded slowly. "Why didn't you tell me that before?"

He shrugged. "I thought it was obvious. You watched me change—I took my clothes off, then."

She rolled her eyes. "I was pretty shaken up, then—I didn't believe in all of this shit!" She took a deep breath. "Can't we just go to your place?"

He shook his head. "No way."

She huffed, her hands on her hips. "Why not? You changed there."

He rolled his eyes, his arms crossing his massive chest. "I know what I'm doing. I know I won't break anything. I do not want some inexperienced pup destroying my house."

She felt her cheeks flare up—eyes wide. What did he just call me? She took a step closer, her eyes gleaming in the moonlight. "Excuse me?"

His smirk widened as she huffed in anger. "What? I don't want to clean up a mess—it's going to be messy and dangerous. Just change out here in the open. There's nothing to destroy here."

She growled, eyes narrowed. "I do not want someone to just see a naked girl leaping in the air. How crazy would that be?"

He laughed softly, his eyes crinkling at the egdes. Tris softened at the sound, her lips twitching up at the ends before she shook her head—her eyes narrowing. "What? You don't think that'd be kinky?"

She glared at him. "No."

His features changed then. Eyes dark and muscles rippling beneath his skin. "I guess you wouldn't want to play out here, either." She swallowed hard as he circled her—his pupils blown out. "I think we could have plenty of fun." His voice was low—vibrating to her core.

She shivered, her spine arching in response. She bit her lip, trying to bring back the glare—huffing when she couldn't. "You suck."

He grinned at her, arms crossed. "It's getting late—I'm hungry and you are, too. Hard part first. Change."

She swallowed hard. "I still have really important things to—"

He took a step forward, eyes like ice. "Tris," he warned, his voice like falling awake.

She gulped, nodding slowly. "Okay." She peeled her shirt off before working her pants down. She watched him watch her, tongue darting out to wet his lips every so often—eyes glued to her every movement. She was completely naked in front of him—the cold air encasing her skin. "I'm not finished, ya know?"

He snorted. "We can talk after. Tell me all about this important matter."

She glared at him—his smirk widening before she averted her gaze. Just leap. Don't think. The voice was in her head but it wasn't her voice. Before she could dwell any longer on it, she took a running leap—her body twisting in the air. Pain burst through her body—bones cracking and tendons snapping. Her skin was stretching and pulling, blood rushing through her body as her frame was reshaped.


Tris was laying on the ground, the last bursts of pain rippling through her body. Shaking her head, she peered up—her vision bright. She watched Eric approach her slowly, his eyes gleaming and smile wide. She took a step forward, his hands shooting up. He held his hands out to her—palms facing her. She tilted her head to the side as he drew closer, his hand going out to stroke her. What are you— She stopped mid-thought as his fingers rubbed her side. She leaned into him—a soft howl bubbling up her throat.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, fingers petting her softly. She looked to him, her heartbeat picking up pace as she watched his fingers stroke her fur—soft and white. Fur. I have fur. She inhaled sharply, a small whimper on her tongue as she lurched forward. "Shit! Tris, stay calm," his voice was soft but demanding, something familiar pinching in her lower gut. He locked eyes with her, silvery-blue and intense. "I'm right here. You're okay." She nodded softly, her heart relaxing before a whimper escaped her narrow snout. "Tris?"

She spasmed on the ground, pain rippling through her. She felt her bones breaking—each crack echoing in her ears. Her skin was hot—a fire blazing in her veins as her tendons snapped and stitched back together. Her whimpers turned to moans as her body reformed—limbs spasming in the ground—fingers gripping the dirt.

She turned over onto her back, Eric's form hovering above her. "Eric?" she croaked, coughing softly.

He was stroking her cheek, his eyes soft. "You okay?"

She nodded. "I think so. What happened?"

"You changed. But then you freaked out—I thought I calmed you down enough. But, I guess not. You turned back."

She furrowed her brows. "Is that supposed to happen?"

"Yes and no. It's common. Most first changes only last a few minutes. This was technically your second change." She swallowed hard, remembering the dream that wasn't a dream at all. "You lasted for hours then. I think this was just because you freaked yourself out."

She nodded slowly. "I did good?"

His face broke out into a sloppy grin. "You did good." She smiled as she watched his pupils dilate, his hands rubbing up her body slowly. She shivered into him, arching into his touch as he nestled between her thighs. "You look good, too."

"Good enough to eat?" she mused, his smirk widening. He hummed into her skin as he kissed down her body, tongue tracing down her skin. She giggled as the sensation tickled her, a moan on her tongue as he ghosted his lips past her sensitive folds. She closed her eyes, about to give into him when a question popped into her mind—words blurting past her lips before she could stop them. "Eric?"

"Uh-huh?" he mumbled against her skin—teeth nipping at her inner thigh.

She arched into him—fingers digging into the dirt. "I was still concerned about earlier." He was silent, save for his soft moans every now and then as he peppered kisses towards her lower lips. "I got really weird this morning at work. I got—feral." She inhaled sharply as his tongue darted out to taste her—her back lifting off of the ground as she rolled her hips forward. "I almost ate Kima—and—then there was the bird cage—gods, I just grabbed one and tried to eat it." His teeth nipped at her sensitive folds, tongue ravaging her bundle of nerves. "Tobias saw and—when he called me into his office—it got weird," she moaned, his tongue swirling inside her. Her moan died in her throat as he withdrew from her, her eyes opening and brows furrowed. His eyes were locked on her, his face slightly glistening in the moonlight. "What?"

"You were alone with Tobias?"

She nodded slowly, swallowing hard as a growl escaped his lips. "He's my boss, Eric. If he calls me into a meeting—I have to go."

He hovered above her, arms pinned at her sides. "What was weird?"

"What?"

"You said it got weird. How?"

"I felt his desire." She watched his jaw clench, eyes narrowed. "He was afraid at first—I could smell his fear. He was talking about me in the bird-cage. He said I looked feral. I didn't want him to question anything so I tried to reassure him that I was okay—and then I felt waves of desire rolling over me. Like when I'm with you, but it wasn't my desire—it was his."

Eric nodded stiffly. "He likes you?"

She blushed, nodding sheepishly. "I guess."

He snorted. "He likes you." He sighed softly. "Do me a favor? Stay as far away from him as you can."

"He's my boss—"

"I'm not saying to ignore him or act weird. Just—try not to be alone with him."

She bit her lip. "He's also my friend."

Eric shook his head. "Can you just trust me?"

She narrowed her eyes. "Can't you?"

He growled. "This isn't about cheating on me. I don't think you would—this is something else."

She swallowed hard. Cheating on you? So are we a thing? She nodded softly, her heart drumming up her throat. "Is there something I should know?"

He considered her for a moment before he shook his head. "No."

She nodded softly as she caressed his cheek, her thumb stroking his skin as he had done to her. They gazed into each other's eyes before he captured her lips in his—a growl bubbling up his throat as he crushed their bodies together. She felt him shift, the rustle of fabric on the wind before his member twitched at her entrance. She arched into him, moaning as he plunged inside her—grunting with each thrust.

Their bodies molded together on the dirt—breaths and moans mixing in the air. His warmth flowed into her—their lips connected as they teetered over the edge.


Tris awoke slwoly, birds chirping above her. She squinted—the sun not quite awake yet—morning mist just now rising. She yawned, stretching softly—a small chuckle behind her. Twisting her head, she was met by silvery-blue eyes and a wide smirk. "Morning," she whispered.

"Morning," he whispered back, pecking her lips softly. "We should still practice while there's still some cover. The cermony is tonight."

She nodded, her hand playing with his chest hair. "What will they make me do?"

"I can't disclose that information."

She narrowed her eyes as she peered up at him, his smirk never leaving his face. "When I told you about what happened with Kima and the birds—I'm—"

"Scared you're going to hurt them? That you're turning into a feral monster?"

She sighed. "In not so many words—yeah."

He kissed the top of her forehead. "Don't worry, Tris. You're not going to turn into a crazed blood-thirsty monster. It's just instinct. The predator side trying to overcome the human side—you need to find a balance." She nodded, his fingers stroking her skin. "Besides, blood-thirsty monsters aren't werewolves—they're vampires."

Tris let out a small laugh, her eyes searching his while he remained silent—face like stone. Her smile faltered. "Seriously?"

He shrugged, her skin paling. "Okay, one thing at a time. Let's see that beautiful white fur of yours."

"And then we can get food?" she asked, stomach rumbling.

He chuckled, nodding softly. "Yeah, I'll let you do the hunting."

She rolled her eyes as she stretched herself up. "It hurts to change."

He nodded. "You're changing forms—your body is breaking and becoming something new. That's not going to be fun or pretty."

She nodded, her legs stretching and popping. "And here I thought it was a fairy-tail come true."

He snorted, their eyes locking together—something flashing across his face before Tris sighed. Swallowing hard, she took off into a running leap—wind whipping past her as her body twisted in the air. She closed her eyes, her body almost numb to the pain that rippled through her—her body tearing through the air like a bird in flight.


There ya go! She did her "first" change. It was technically her second one, but the first one was pure instinct and she barely remembers it as a memory...more like a dream that was real, ya know?

Next chapter will get into the ceremony. I have to build this stuff up :p

But it's going to deal with Eric's ceremony and I might include her initiation or a part of it...depends how I do it. And Tobias might come into play chapter 5 or 6, depending.

A few of you have it or have it almost right, when it comes to Tobias. It's complicated but I'm not going to spoil anything :p

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