A/N: Hi! Sorry for the lack of updates on this story, I'm getting what my mother likes to call a "summer cold". Yay me.

I also just started school, so be warned as I might not update due to homework. Ew.

ALSO IT WAS MY BIRTHDAY YESTERDAY! (I actually got a MacBook Air)

*Tobias blows party favor unceremoniously*


Should I tell Mom and Dad? My mind sings as I run back home. I eventually arrive home and I open the door, they'd left it unlocked. They only lock the doors when no body is home or when everyone is sleeping. They leave my window unlocked though, just in case I run outside; that's my way back into the house.

My mother and father stand at the island in the kitchen enjoying glasses of white wine. They clink glasses and I smile as they turn their heads to me. My father chuckles and smiles sneakily, "I heard your howl. You sounded very...excited. What happened with Carmine?" I purse my lips and my mother smiles, waiting for my reply. I squeal, "Carmine kissed me."

My father's expressions turns to that of malice, and he seems mad, "He what?!" My mother goes to him and rubs his back as he rubs his forehead, "Sienna, I'm sorry, I just feel that you two are too young." My mother begins to look sad, and I just stand there unfeeling. My mother then states, "Sienna, your father is right when he says that you're a bit young. I mean, of course everyone is different, as I didn't get over my fear of intimacy with your father until I was married," She looks at my dad, "We feel that you should wait a little bit. Maybe two more years." I look down, fighting the changing color of my eyes, "But, I..." My mother walks over to me and gives me a hug, she smells like a fresh apple orchard, "I just don't want you to grow up so fast." My father walks over too and hugs me, "You're fifteen. You could wait just a little longer, right?" I smile, "I suppose." "Thank you," My father responds and kisses my forehead. He then slaps my back, making me flinch, "You should be getting to bed, missy!" I pout, "Do I really need to?" He laughs, "Yes!" I growl at him playfully and nip him in the arm, and he stumbles back, "That hurts!" I crinkle my nose, "You baby." "Wah." My dad pouts and then points up the stairs with a laugh. I growl at him and oblige, walking somberly to my room.

I really do like Carmine.

I really do like Carmine.

Unable to deal with my conflicting thoughts, I text Harlow. If I were to text Claire, she'd tell the entire school instantly by hacking into my Dauntless Chat account and putting on my timeline that me and Carmine are already in a relationship. I like Carmine, but that would totally ruin my reputation that I don't have (and probably will never have).

Hey Harlow, it's Sienna. I kissed Carmine...

The three dots signaling that she's texting back appear almost instantly. I had a feeling she wasn't in bed yet.

NO WAY! Tell me everything!

I roll my eyes; almost everything she says sounds like she belongs in a 80's cliche love story movie. I begin to text back, the butterflies growing in my stomach.

Well, I..uh.. walked him home and... he just leaned in and...

Her response is instant, Oooh, so he initiated it? He's totally got the hots for you! Arrroooo! Sorry, no pun intended by that :/

I giggle; her and I have learned to joke about my Mesawolf self like it's some kind of game. I don't find any fault in it, it's all in good fun.

We're all good :) nah, I mean... my parents won't let me date him until I'm seventeen.

DAMN! My parents are like that too. They're like, "Don't date 'till college and no sex until you're married!" I mean, I wasn't thinking of that stuff anyways... maybe.

As soon as I start to text back, my mother walks in the room with a cup of hot tea. "I thought I'd make this for you." She announces almost heroically, and I chuckle, "Thanks." She whispers, "Also, don't listen to your dad. He got a little tipsy tonight." My heart flutters, "You mean about the dating thing or-?" She crosses her arms over her chest, "No, that stays the same. I mean you having to go to bed at this hour. It's only 9:30. You could stay up until eleven if you want." I lie, "Yeah, well I have a big test tomorrow..." "Oh really?" She responds sarcastically, "You know, because texting Harlow is not going to help you study!" My eyes widen, "How'd you know!?" She grins, "Mother's intuition?" I blush, and she laughs, "I just saw the screen in actuality. And I also wanted to talk to you about the dating thing," I clear my throat, my ears high in the air in order to hear every word. My tail begins to wag out of happiness.

"Me and your father discussed between each other. Seventeen is a long time away for you, and since I started dating your father when I was sixteen..." She pauses, "We've come to the conclusion that since your birthday is on the way; if Carmine waits until your birthday or any days after that to make a move, you may date him." My tail wags ferociously, hitting the pillows off of my bed, and I grope my mother into a giant bear hug, "Thank you thank you thank you!" She states, "Woah! I didn't know you'd be so excited about that!" I kiss her on the cheek and she stands, "You really do like him, huh?" I lick my lips, "Yeah..." She smiles cheekily, "My baby girl's in love!" I smile so wide that my fangs show, and she hugs me. "I love you baby doll." "I love you too." I state, the adrenaline and dopamine flooding my veins.

I then think about my mother's proposition; my birthday is in exactly a week. December 19th. He has exactly a week to wait, and then if he really does like me, he'll make a move. Hopefully.

I open my dresser drawer and I grab my pajamas, an old black t-shirt with an old band called Fall Out Boy (Uriah used to listen to them, he gave me the shirt) and plaid pajama bottoms. I then whack my pillow with my tail a couple of times to get it soft, and then nestle into it. I turn on my television and begin to watch the news; this week, there is nothing but elections for leader on the news. My father, according to my grandma Evelyn, used to be a politician and has a very politician like mindset. I don't trust politicians, but I do trust my father.

My phone then buzzes again and I look to see a group chat between Harlow, Claire and I. Claire had typed:

TURN ON HAWK NEWS! PANDORA'S ON IT!

My eyes widen as I lunge for my remote and change the channel. She was right, Pandora is sitting with the host, Julian Heart. The tagline below it reads, "Girl Attacked by Human-Animal Speaks Out"

I gulp as my heart sinks to the bottom of my stomach; I continue to watch anyways. Julian probes Pandora, "So, you're saying that the creature you were attacked by was called a 'Mesawolf', correct?" Pandora sniffles, "Yes. And she was vicious too, she caused me to be in the hospital for over a week." Is she seriously lying on national television?!

"She also happens to go to my school," Pandora states, and she then says, "Her name is Sienna Eaton."

I cover my mouth out of reflex and I shut the T.V. off before I begin to cry. My mother and father both burst into my room and I just look at them, my eyes slowly turning yellow and my nails growing into black claws. I begin to growl and I run over to my window and open it and jump down onto the ground, and take off with a running start. Though my vision is red, I know where I'm going. I'm going to find Pandora and make her pay for what she's done.


Tobias's P.O.V.

"Sienna!" I yell out, and Tris begins to sob, "We need to find her, Tobias!" Both of us consecutively run downstairs and I grab my jacket and run outside, Tris follows me. I then hear Sienna's growl and I run towards the direction of the sound; I hear her howl and a loud scream, Shit! She already got to her! I keep running and I find Sienna, dragging Pandora across the ground. Pandora is bleeding profusely from the side of her head and from her arms, it's visible with the type of tank-top that she's wearing.

Sienna growls and changes into her wolf form. Her piercing yellow eyes lock on Pandora and Sienna lunges at her and begins to bite her in the chest, close to her heart. I hear Tris whisper, "I think I'm gonna be sick."

My eyes pinch into a glare as I grab onto Sienna's abdomen and pull her off of Pandora, she begins to growl and snarl at me and she barks. I place her far away from Pandora and I shine my keychain at her; my keychain is made of silver, and like the werewolf legend, Mesawolves change back into human forms when they are shown silver. She stands, her clothes incredibly ripped and Pandora's blood covering her mouth and fangs, "Why'd you do that?! I almost had her!" "Granted, she said some rude things about you on the news, but that doesn't give you the right to go out and almost kill her!" She turns her head away from me and scoffs; she reminds me of Tris when she does that.

The anger wells up inside me, "Sienna, you're grounded." She whimpers, "What?! You can't!" "I can, Sienna!" I yell back, and she shrinks back like a small child. Tears stream out of her yellow eyes and she runs off deeper into the woods.

I lift Pandora up and my eyes contort into a glare, "Why did you go onto the news to exploit Sienna like that?" She sputters, "I want the world to know about the monster that she truly is." Tris walks over, tears shining in her slate blue eyes, "She's not a monster. What if she did that to you? You seem like quite the monster." I state, "You're like the hunter and she's like the fox; she tries to live peacefully, but you keep dogging her and you never leave her alone. I'm not your father, but I'll ask you politely; leave my daughter alone or I will go to court and request a restraining order. Bullying is illegal, so technically you're committing a crime." I drop her back on the ground, "Have fun finding your house on your own. Oh, and I just want you to remember; Sienna's still in these woods, she might come up and kill you." I grimace and she coughs up blood onto the grass.

I grab Tris' hand and drag her away, "Tobias, that was very cruel of you." My eyes widen, "I'm trying to protect my daughter." "Our daughter. And I realize that, but you can't just leave her alone there!" "How many times was I left alone in life? How many times was Sienna left alone?! Pandora fucking deserves it!" I let go of her hand and walk faster ahead of her.

When I reach the house, I walk in and shut the door behind me even though Tris is about ten feet behind and I really should leave the door partially open for her, but I don't feel like being respectful anymore. I walk into the kitchen and my hands clench into fists, the anger filling up my body like steam. My mind coos, Be the better man Tobias, don't be like him.

I breathe deeply through my nose and mouth and I put my hands over my face, unable to control the few tears that slip out of my eyes. I hear the door open behind me and I turn to notice Tris. She shyly smiles at me and then walks upstairs, seemingly going to bed. "Goodnight," I say back, and hear her laugh from upstairs. My eyebrows lift as I sit on one of the barstools in the kitchen. A familiar howl pierces through the sky, and I lie my head down on the counter.


Sienna's P.O.V.

I silently enter my house late in the night and notice my dad, fast asleep on the couch. I tiptoe by him and walk upstairs, they creak after each step I take; I shouldn't worry though, my dad is a very sound sleeper. Seriously, a bomb could go off right next to him and he wouldn't wake up.

I peep through my parent's room door and notice my mother fast asleep in a fetal like position; she's also hugging my dad's pillow. With a smile, I walk into my own room and tuck myself into my bed.

When I awaken in the morning, no body else is up. I walk downstairs quietly and I sit on one of the barstools; my curiosity gets to me and I begin to read my mother's book that is lying on the counter. Apparently it's set in 16th century England, and the main character is a noble girl and she meets a peasant girl and they look the same so they switch places for a day, and the noble doesn't realize that the peasant was just using her to get to the throne. It's quite an interesting read, and it makes it seem like it could've actually happened.

Soon enough, I hear a loud yawn and I feel my dad's lithe hands hugging me from behind. He kisses me on the temple, "Good morning pumpkin." "Morning," I say quietly. He then walks into the kitchen and grabs his black mug from the cabinet and fills it with coffee, "Do you want me to make bacon for you this morning?" I laugh, "Of course! When don't I want bacon?!" He laughs as he takes another sip from his mug, "I'll get started on that for you." I take this time while he's happy to ask the million dollar question, "Am I still grounded?" He grunts, "Sienna, is that even a question? Yes, you are." I look down and whimper quietly, and he walks over to me and lifts my head with his three fingers, "I'm sorry, Sienna, but I have to keep rules set with you; if not, you'll just go around maiming whomever you please, and I can't let my beautiful little girl become a murderer." I smile slightly, and he looks down, "I have trouble still living with the blood on my hands, I don't want you to have to live with it on yours."

My eyes widen, "You've killed people!?" His eyes lift to mine, "Yes, but out of self defense. I shouldn't feel guilty, but I do anyways. No matter how hard I try to wash said blood off, it stains. It never goes away." Tears drip out of my eyes, and I sniffle and rub the bottom of my nose. "I love you, baby. Don't forget that." "I love you too." I stutter and begin to read again. At this point, I want to transport myself into a different world, where I could be treated normally.

My mother soon walks down the stairs and glares at me playfully, "Are you reading my book?" "Yeah! Seriously though, so much sex so little time." My dad's mouth gapes open and my mother begins to blush, "I swear that's not what the book is about!" I play along with it, "Woah! Hey dad, what's a dildo?" My dad's expression grows pained almost as he grabs the book out of my hands and actually throws it out of the open window. I begin to laugh as I jump off of the chair and hug him; his hand rubs my back, apparently trying to cope with the words that had just come out of his daughter's mouth. "Don't worry dad, I was kidding, it's about nobility in England. And also, I already know what a dildo is, so I don't need to have that conversation." My dad sighs, "Thank god."

He grabs the package of bacon and walks outside with it, and he then points to my mother, in a way that says, 'I'm watching you'. My mother walks over to me and kisses me on the cheek, "Your father is probably emotionally scarred by that one." I laugh, "Probably."

My mother grabs the carton of eggs out of the fridge and says, "Do you want eggs, Sienna?" I smile slightly, "Yes please," My mother nods and gets to cooking. I look down to the ground; I remember what my dad said to me, but I don't feel guilty for hurting Pandora. She deserved it.

My dad walks in with a full plate of bacon, and as the scent hits my nose, I begin to pant and I bark as I almost tackle my dad to the ground trying to get it. He puts the plate on the table and I grab about six pieces and place them in my plate. I eat them joyfully, kicking my feet against the table like when I was a little kid. My dad helps my mom cook the rest of the eggs. Soon enough, they're finished, and my dad puts two on my plate. I smile, my mouth still full of bacon, "My compliments to the chef." My father scoffs, "Also known as your mother," my mom turns around and waves at me, and I wave back, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

My mother then says, without turning to me, "Sienna, do you have any idea what you want for your birthday?" I shrug, "Not really. More books, maybe a subscription to Smite, that kind of thing." Smite is an almost ancient video game where mythological gods and goddesses battle each other. My favorite is Scylla personally.

My phone then buzzes and I look at the number; it's unfamiliar to me. I read the message in my head, Hey Sienna, it's Carmine. Claire, Harlow and I are going apple picking, wanna come?

The smile on my face is so large that it hurts my cheeks.

My father laughs, "What happened?" I jump up, "Carmine asked me to go apple picking today with Claire and Harlow." My mother utterly swoons, "Aw that sounds so nice! You should go Sienna. Just to forget about last night, you know?" I scowl, "Don't remind me." My mother's voice becomes tight, "Sorry."

My father states, "I think that should be fun. You get my seal of approval, Sienna." "WHAT THE HELL?!" I scream, "What got into your coffee this morning?!" He laughs, "Drugs." My mother states, "Rum." My dad smirks, "I do get very happy when I drink rum." My mother groans with a playful eye roll, "This is true."

I run upstairs to get changed, and I put on my red sweatshirt and my dark blue skinny-jeans with holes at the knees. I then put on my brown combat boots that go up to the middle of my knee and I tie them up. I put my hood up and I run back downstairs; I text Carmine back: I'm in. What time?

His response is instant, Noon. I check the time, 11:45; I decide not to respond.

My family sits in relative silence until we hear a horn beep in my driveway. I run outside, my hood flying off in the process. Carmine stands outside of the car and holds the door open for me, "After you, m'lady." I grin and jump into the car, where I squeeze in between Claire and Harlow. Carmine and his mother sit in the front.

I wave to my parents, and they wave back as we begin to drive off.


Once we get to the apple orchard, I jump out and breathe the crisp air; I've always loved apples. Carmine's mother states, "Can I trust you Carmine?" "You should be asking Brandon that question, not me. And yes, you can." She laughs as she drives off. We arrive at a tall tree, and Claire states, "This tree is really tall." Harlow's eyes widen, "No shit Sherlock!" Carmine begins to laugh and I laugh so hard that I snort. I climb up the tree, sticking my claws into the bark in order to stabilize myself. I reach the tallest branch and I scan the leaves for the ripest apples. Soon enough, I feel a presence next to me, and I turn to notice Carmine. He states, "I love climbing trees." "I do too. It's like I could see the entire world from here." He smirks, and I begin to blush.

I then feel another presence next to me, and I turn to my left and notice Harlow. She grabs onto an apple, but the apple refuses to come loose, so she yanks it plenty of times and ends up ripping off the entire branch. "The branch may have been malnourished, being why it broke off so easy." Carmine states, and Harlow retorts, "Since when did you know so much about apple trees?" "I listen in Biology class." He growls, and Harlow looks away. I grab an apple from Harlow's branch and I take a large bite out of it, causing it to make a loud crunching sound and causing the juice from the apple to run down my lips, and I wipe them with my sleeve.

Claire screams from down below, "Coming up!" She begins to climb up the tree, but she quickly slides down. I jump down from the branch and hold onto part of the branch with my claws, and I grab her hand and wretch her up. Harlow then takes out her phone, and we all take a picture together.

Carmine grabs an apple for Claire, and Claire blushes when she notices Carmine's muscles as he reaches up. He also has a bit of underarm hair; he's going through puberty, I suppose. He hands her the apple and she crunches it, "Wow, it's so sweet!" Carmine nods, "My grandpa used to harvest apples from his apple tree. He taught me which ones were ripe enough to pick; if they're like a ruby red color, they're ripe enough to pick and eat!" Claire nods, "Let me see if I could find one!" I begin to growl and I look away as I feel my instincts floating back; what is this feeling? Am I...jealous?

Claire picks an apple from the tree and gives it to Carmine. When he bites it, he makes a bitter face and throws it down from the tree, "That one wasn't ripe. Was it ruby red?" "Well, it had a bit of green." Claire responds, and Carmine interjects, "Nope. It's gotta be completely red." "Oops! Sorry Carmine!" He laughs and waves a hand as if it's no big deal; she's acting stupid around him, she likes him too. I can also smell the love emanating from her like heat.

I growl at her, and Carmine looks at me, "Sienna, is everything alright?" I blink a couple of times, "Yeah, I'm good." I say with a lisp as my fangs are still too big for my mouth at the moment.

Carmine grabs an apple for me and I begin to blush, and Harlow howls, "Aroo! Love is in the air!" I howl, "ARROOO!" and Claire and Harlow laugh, Carmine remains indifferent, but I look at his face for a moment; he looks like he's in pain. "Everything alright Carmine?" He laughs, "Yeah, I'm good." Something's not right about him, my mind sings. I quickly dismiss the thought; it's just my wolf trying to make me feel bad. I'm not going to let that happen.

Harlow cocks her head as she picks an apple off of her branch, "Can we turn these apples into cider?" Claire looks excited, "Yes!" They both jump down from the tree, and I do too. Carmine follows, and he lands on all fours, but props himself up on his legs and one of his hands, he's standing like a wolf.. that must be just coincidence.

We run in the direction of the large farm and a small red head lady takes our apples and puts them into a machine where they are juiced. She then heats it up in a microwave and it becomes hot; it is very cold today, so that should hit the spot.

The lady hands us our mugs and we all drink the cider together. I couldn't ask for better friends.


A/N: Again, it took forever to write this chapter (hence why I'm posting it at 1:34 am)

Goodnight my Cakies!

Xx

~~Four's Cake