Previously:"What are you", he demands. I can feel the alpha power in his voice. It finally dawns on me what he's got his panties in a twist about. Shit. Normally, I'd be upfront about them but they know my last name. When you look up 'Prior' and 'Werewolf' you get some interesting results. Well, it was nice having friends while I was 'human'.

"Tris", he growls out,"what are you".

"Who said I'm anything", I ask, trying to pretend like I didn't just make a big ass fuck up.

"You're not a hunter", Four asks more than tells me. It's kind of cute how he's worried for his pack but on the other hand, they really need to learn to be more human. Any hunter with eyes or ears, for that matter, could figure out that the gang is essentially one hundred percent wolfblood.

"I'm not a hunter", I tell him but he doesn't look convinced. I roll my eyes and groan but flash my eyes at him. I hear his sharp intake of breath.

"They're yellow", he asks. I nod and avoid his gaze because, holy shit this just go awkward.

"Your pack should learn to act more human. I could tell that the gang was one hundred percent wolfblood from the first day of school. I could teach them if you want. I've gotten pretty good at hiding from hunters", I offer because I'm a nice person like that and because I would really like to not have to deal with hunters. The O'Reilly's are still mad at me for fiasco of 2014 which by the way, was not my fault.

"And how exactly would you teach them to act more human", he asks, with a more toying tone rather than a serious one.

"Well, getting them mad usually makes them lose control so I make them mad. I've been told by quite a few people that I can be quite vexing", I explain with a smirk. My parents taught me how to toy with peoples' emotions as an establishing dominance act. My parents taught me a lot of ways to make sure other wolves knew I was their alpha. Thankfully, when I was younger, Lassie told me everything that I did that was unnatural, so now I look and act normal.

"Let's go get our arms unstuck", Four tells me, chuckling a bit and tucking my hair behind my ear. I roll my eyes at him but stand up and smother a smile as we walk towards his car.

Thank luna that Four doesn't need his right hand to drive because I don't know if we'd even make it out of the parking lot if I was driving. I'm a very 'hands-on' driver with no obligation to obey traffic laws as the many officers who've arrested me have said. It's not really even my fault. I wasn't taught to drive safely. I was taught to drive to get away from danger to be safe. My parents weren't really concerned with me obeying traffic laws, so long as I didn't get killed, or kidnapped, or tortured, or held for ransom. Four seems lighter now, somehow. He wears a smile, albeit, a small smile that's almost nonexistent but still a smile.

"Why didn't you tell us", Four asks as we slow to a stop at a red light.

"Well, first it was because I didn't know if I could trust you guys. I was just trying to be safe, you know. And then, I just couldn't find the right time to tell you guys", I explain, for the most part, truthfully. I guess that eventually I knew that I'd have to tell them soon, it was inevitable. Four nods in understanding as the light changes. By the time we pull into the parking lot of the store my shoulder is sore and my skin is buzzing and Four is only causing one of these.

The hardware store is a small family owned store and is pretty empty. I guess that the lack of people in the store is more because of the time of day because who goes shopping for a hammer at one. I'm practically jumping out of my skin, getting my arm unstuck from Four's is just around the corner. I zone out as Four talks to the manager to get the solvent. The manager, Bill, looks at us with pity before yelling at his son to go get the solvent. He doesn't even make us pay for the solvent because he realized that he was the one who sold the glue to Uriah in the first place.

A boy with a pretty bad shiner on his right eye brings Bill, his father, the solvent. It takes me a second but the images of the party last weekend come rushing back. This boy is Al. My eyes widen in surprise. HIs whole demeanor is different from the way it was at the party. Al notices too, his cheeks to the tip of his ears burning red. He gives me a weak smile as he rubs the back of his neck with his hand.

"Uh, Tris. After you get detached do you think, maybe, we could talk for a second or two", he asks nervously. I can feel Four tense up beside me. Hell, I can feel Four's judgemental gaze burning into the side of my skull. I remember what Tori used to tell me when we saw couples hugging in the town square after a very loud and public fight. Tori said that humans are fickle creatures that hurt others easily and forgive each other just as quickly.

"Yeah, sure", I say, ignoring the way Four struggles to not flex his fingers. I get it, he still thinks I need protecting. He probably also remembers the hand shaped bruises Al left on my arm. I'd also feel bad about rejecting him in front of his father. Al looks relieved and a little bit like a teddy bear I must say.

Bill goops the solvent on me and Four. I resist the urge to wrinkle my nose at the foul stench of the chemicals. Slowly but surely our skin detaches from each other and I can finally take a breath of relief. I bury my head in Four's chest, glad to finally have control over my right arm.

"Was being stuck to me really that bad", Four asks sarcastically, rubbing the small of my back with his non-glue covered arm. I roll my eyes at him, my head still in Four's chest. I know he can't see me roll my eyes but he can feel the snarky replies to his question radiating from my mind.

Bill lets us go to the back room to wash our arms off. I must say that I've never been more glad to pull glue off of my skin, even if it still hurts a little bit and my arm is a little red.

"We're totally going to kill Uriah right", I ask as I do a once over of my arm just to make sure there's no glue left on it. I see Four's lips quirk up in a smile from the mirror above the sink.

"As long as you don't make him die from fear first", he says as he splashes some water on my face. It's not my fault that he instigated a splash war, I think to myself as I splash him back.

"Does this mean that you think I'm scary", I ask as I duck under a work table to avoid a handful of water being thrown my way. I crawl under the table to dodge the water. Four's waiting for me on the other side of the table with a smirk.

"Now, I never said you were scary", Four whispers in my ear as he wraps me in a bear hug from behind before loosening his grip on me so that his hands splay across my stomach and hips. I try to make sure my breath doesn't hitch when I feel him pull my body closer to his.

"Well then, what am I", I ask as I look up and raise my hands to his cheeks. For a second I swear that he lets out a low growl that vibrates through his chest to every bone in my body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. I vaguely feel myself bite my lip as I fall deeper and deeper into those pools of deep blue. We are broken out of our trance by an awkward cough and a soft knocking. I look down from Four's entrancing eyes to see Al leaning against the door frame, looking uncomfortable in his stained blue apron.

"Uh, Tris", he stutters out nervously, his eyes filled with uncertainty. Four on the other hand looks like he's about to murder someone. He buries his face in my neck before taking his arms off of me. Did that little shit just scent mark me. I feel my face begin to burn. I'm pretty sure Number Boy just scent marked me. By the smirk firmly in place on that annoyingly perfect face, he knows what he just did. I keep my legs steady as I walk over to Al and follow him into the paint section of the store.

"Tris, I-I want to apologize for how I acted to you at the party. I was really drunk and you were-you are really pretty and I didn't really know how to act around you. I'm sorry", Al manages to get out as he wrings his hands and looks down at the ground. I guess some might find his stuttering cute but it just makes me uncomfortable. He thinks I'm 'pretty' so he grabbed me hard enough to cause bruises and he wouldn't leave me alone until Four knocked him unconscious.

"Okay", I say as I begin to walk away. I resist the urge to groan when Al jumps in front of me, causing me to stop.

"Okay", he asks in disbelief. They way he says this along with the look of disgust on his face just makes me feel uneasy. Does he want me to say something else.

"Al, what else do you want me to say because I don't forgive you. Drunk or not you physically hurt me, you gave me some pretty bad bruises. I accept your apology but I don't forgive you", I explain. I walk away before Al can say anything else, quickly waving a thanks to Bill as I slide out the doors of the shop.

Four is leaning up against the hood of his truck, arms crossed, glaring at every single molecule that passes by. I wonder what put him in a pissy mood, he was fine just a second ago. When he sees me he wordlessly unlocks the truck and climbs in. Normally, I'd turn the radio on to fill the silence, especially now that I can use both my arms, but for some reason the silence is suffocating and demanding.

"So how was your talk with whatever that guy's name was", Four asks me through gritted teeth, his knuckles white with pressure gripping the steering wheel. Maybe anger is a symptom of the shift and now that he knows I'm not human he has a reason to be angry.

"Oh, um the talk with Al, was fine. I essentially told him to fuck off in the most polite way", I say as I lean back in my seat without a clue of where we're going. Four seems to calm down after our conversation. He doesn't seem as tense anymore. We drive for a while, eventually getting back into Chicago and near our school. Of course, school has almost ended so there's no real reason to go back. If we did go back to school then we'd be there for about ten minutes and leave after those were up.

Four pulls into the parking lot of a quaint coffee shop with a bookstore right next to it. Both of these places are probably family owned and contain generations of stories, just the way I like. Family owned places also have more unique items. I remember when Lassie and I went to this little film store and we ended up getting original movie posters for Star Wars. I have to say, my Star Wars posters are some of my most prized possessions.

Four is out of the car and opening my door for me before I even unbuckle my seatbelt. I feel my eyebrows raise. I mean that most of the time chivalry is dead, except for the select few like royalty and such.

"You finally have use of both arms and you use that freedom to open doors", I sarcastically exclaim as Four opens the door to the coffee shop before I can reach it. He rolls his eyes at me, attempting to kick me in the back of my knee to cause me to stumble except I don't.

"Only for you, Blue eyes", he mumbles as throws an arm over my shoulders and takes off my beanie before mussing my hair. I let out an over exaggerated sigh as I fix my hair. He orders us both coffee, saying that we deserve it because of all the shit Uriah put us through. I can see parts of the bookstore from the corner window of the coffee shop. I have to do a double take when I see the spiral staircase leading to the second story of the bookstore. Hell yeah. Now, we are definitely going to check that place out. By the time we finally get our coffee I'm already halfway out the door, dragging Four along with me. A lady in her early thirties, it looks like, sits at the checkout, her nose buried deep into a book.

I drag my fingers over the spines of the books in the shelves, the different feel of the materials filling the book nerd inside me with joy. I don't know what I'm looking for, specifically, or if I'm looking for anything at all.

I remember spending days or weeks in the library back at the castle. I mainly did this after coming back from the forest. After Lucas tried to kill me, my wolf was always restless. I always had claws, yellow eyes, and extended canines, and this was only when the human part of me was in more control than the wolf. After Lucas, it was a constant battle, one that I was losing. I had to use silver to force myself to phase back so often that Susan was beginning to worry that I was going to scar and wolfbloods don't scar. I left three days after my ninth birthday. I'd begun to hurt people because I felt so vulnerable and I had virtually no temper. I left a note, of course, explaining that this was for the good of the pack and when I felt like I could control myself I'd come back. I watched out for my pack, took out a couple hunters that threatened their safety, and was more wolf than human when Caleb found me and forced me to come back. I remember it feeling so uncomfortable and cold back in my human form. I had almost become feral, a year or two more and I would've lost the human but my parents, my alphas, they forced me back. They're the ones that keep the wolf part of me under control. If I didn't have my alphas to keep me here, I would be phased all of the time.

"What are you thinking about", Four asks as he spins me around to face him. If I didn't know better, I'd say he has a concerned expression on his face. I manage to fake a smile that I hope looks believable smile and tell him that I'm just thinking about stuff. I don't elaborate, hoping that he gets the message to drop the subject. Thankfully he does, get the message, that is, but he still has a clenched jaw and distrusting eyes.

"Are you ever going to tell me why you dragged my sorry ass in here in the first place", Four asks as he loosens his grip on my hips, though the warmth from his hands still burns holes onto my skin.

"Only if you tell me why you scent marked me in the hardware store", I say before standing on my tip toes to grab a book from the shelf behind Four. I stifle a smile when I notice the tips of his ears turning pink, pretending to be flipping through the first couple pages of the book before deciding that it's not really worth it and putting it back. His hands fall from my hips.

"You, uh, you noticed that", he stutters out as his hand goes to the back of his neck. I slide away from him and begin to walk up the spiral staircase, leaning over the railing halfway up to see the dumbstruck look on his face.

"Yes, Number Boy, I did notice it", I tell him before walking up the rest of the staircase. It takes him a couple minutes but he soon follows me. I hear his footsteps on the staircase as I scan through a pile of books. I have to say, playing cat and mouse like this is actually kind of fun, for the cat that is.

"And", he asks, gesturing for me to continue the conversation.

"And what", I retort as a sit on a wooden table, flipping through a pile of books. He takes the pile of books out of my hands and sets them onto a chair, which is also the only open space up here.

"What do you mean and what", Four asks placing his hands on either side of me.

"I mean and what, the word and doesn't really set the precedent for a conversation, not to mention that you never answered my question on why you did it in the first place", I say as I slowly push on his chest until he's standing up straight.

"And you never answered my question about why you dragged me in here", he tells me in a low and husky voice that sends sparks through my veins. I feel my teeth catch my bottom lip as Four's lips raise to a smirk.

"It seems we have reached an impasse, then", I mumble as my pesky hair falls, once again, in front of my face. His smirk transforms into a full blown smile. Those eyes. How easy it is to get lost in them. His hands so warm on my face as he brushes my hair away from my eyes. His lips slowly getting closer to mine.

All the sudden my phone rings the loudest ring I've ever heard it ring. Four and I jump apart and I instantly feel cold and the sparks that crackled over my skin, gone,

"You, uh, you should answer that", Four stutters out while rubbing the back of his neck and averting his eyes to the floor. I swear to Luna that I silenced this goddamned phone but I guess not. I figure out that it's Bud calling and that all he wants is to yell at me for not being on time to interview my replacements. Terrific.

"I gotta go", I say as I shove my phone, sort of angrily, back into my pocket. Four takes his eyes off the floor but still doesn't meet mine.

"Yeah, gotcha. You need a ride", he asks me, quite awkwardly I might add. Why does something always come along and ruin our almost kissing moment. Who am I kidding, He's probably not trying to kiss me. First off, he's a fucking Adonis. Second off, I'm a fucking Medusa. Why don't I quit lying to myself.

"No, I don't need a ride. I just gotta go a block or so. In this traffic, it'd be faster if I just walked", I mumble, leaving out the part about how walking will let me get away from his stupidly handsome face. We both now realize how close we still are. Four stares at me for a bit longer before stepping back.

"The gang was gonna hangout tonight, Zeke's mom is cooking", he tells me as we both begin to descend the spiral staircase. That actually sounds really fun but I can't go. Forty applicants down to five is going to take a while and that's if everything goes smoothly and everyone's on time which almost never happens in real life.

"I wish I could but I can't. I have to hire some new people at the gym and Bud needs me to narrow it down to five people. I'm sorry", I explain as he opens the door to the bookstore onto the sidewalk. I feel really guilty, he just look so disappointed when I said I couldn't go.

"It's no big deal, Tris, don't worry about it. I'll see you tomorrow morning", he says as he begins to head towards his car. I smile a bit and nod, waiting until I see him backing out of his parking spot before turning on my heel and heading toward the gym. I must say that today has been a rollercoaster. I mean first I literally get glued to a guy then a guy tries(and fails miserably) to apologize for actions he was totally aware he was doing and now I'm going to go hire my replacements(still not happy about this one). I think that after I get done at the gym, I'm going to go to the house and crash, no shower, no homework, no t.v., okay maybe a little of t.v. but after that nada.

I sigh as I push open the door to the gym, ignoring Bud's yelling about how I should always be at least thirty minutes early to help set up and how I'm only five minutes early. I huff. I'm already pissed at him for making me do this and it's taking a lot to not growl at him. Tata said that disobeying Tori or Bud has the same punishment as disobeying them. It's all because of that stupid call with Mum. She apparently thinks that I need guidance since she isn't there to help and Tori and Bud are the only suitable punishing figures.

"So, these guys are going to be taking your place. They need to be able to do everything you can do and maybe a little more since they are five guys after all", Bud tells me as we walk to the training room. I run my hand through my hair, nodding as I roll my eyes at him. I know I shouldn't be mad at him but I can't help it. My place is at the gym, these other guys don't belong here. The training room is my room, I come here to calm down and these other people invading my space, my territory.

"I know Bud, they need to be able to essentially be me", I say as I place some knives on the desk that covers the hidden door to the 'supernatural training room'.

"And they need to know how to fight and everything so I'd suggest you spar with them, might help you narrow it down but they don't have to be as good as you, I mean they're only human", I cut him off.

"What about the secret door and stuff. What if one of those idiots find it", I trail off as I see the disapproving look on his face, maybe I shouldn't have said that last bit. I can't help it. I mean how else am I supposed to react, they're taking my job away from me and pushing me out of my special space. Of course I'm not happy.

"I'm making this room my office, so they'll work in the other two rooms. And look through their résumé. I know you're not happy about this but don't give me shit employees", he tells me sternly. Why would he think that I'd give him bad employees. Just because I'm mad at him doesn't mean that I'd put his gym or the people taking classes in jeopardy. I'm not a cold hearted person.

"Okay", I mumble as I run my hand through my hair. Bud places his hands on his hips and stares at me for a moment longer before sighing and walking to the reception desk at the front of the gym. I pick up the pile of résumés a leaf through them. A lot of these applicants aren't really qualified but I guess I'll give them a chance. I put on a tank top under my sweater before going to the other training rooms, sitting on the floor with my back against the wall. I sigh, this is going to be a long day.

_.o0o._Timeskip Motherfuckers _.o0o._

I huff loudly as I fall back on my bed. I never want to interview anybody ever again. I lost my faith that there are still decent people in this world. I mean how can people think that they're being interview to work with Jim not work in a gym. Not to mention that ninety percent of them couldn't even fight and of the ten percent that could only five percent could fight well. They weren't hard to beat when we sparred but Bud reminded me that I have unfair advantages and that they passed his tests. I still haven't totally forgiven him, I know I should but the things he said still bounce around in my skull, reopening that wound. I'm exhausted and I still have homework to do. I roll over to the side of my bed and pull my backpack up to sit on the bed next to me. I take out the pizza I bought and stuffed in my backpack on the way home. Fucking homework. I can already tell that this is going to take forever. I take my pencil out and get ready to look at shapes and letters.

Y'all I gotta say, sadly, I don't have a story to tell this A/N which is pretty unusual. I know that I'm making FourTris such a smut tease slow burn but I have this whole plot set up in my mind. But to hurry it along b/c y'all have been so fucking patient my next few chapters will probably be double the size of my previous chapters. RN I'm averaging about 4,000 words a chapter so you get an idea of how long they'll be. So yeah, that's really all I have for tonight, I hope y'all like this chapter seeing as I'm sacrificing precious hours of sleep to write and post these but I love to see what y'all think and the notifications that show up saying that y'all are favorite-ing/ following the story.

Anyways(these are just random questions that have been stuck in my head all day) What are y'all's favorite flowers?(I don't want no shitty ass answers just saying) What's your favorite ABBA song? and if you were going to get hit by a car what car would you like to get hit by.

My fav flower is a dandelion b/c they have like 2 lives. It's a tie between Does Your Mother Know and Dancing Queen for my fav ABBA song and I'd wanna get hit by either a 185 Cadillac or a Mustang from the 60's(I don't really have a specific preference for the mustangs)

OK, this author note has gone waaaaay off track and I'm lowkey not really that sorry b/c ABBA is amazing and everyone should have a fav song by them and who wouldn't want to fantasize about a really really nice car just lightly bumping you. I dont know about y'all but this is just what I think about on a daily basis.

Really hoping that I don't loose readers b/c of my obnoxiously long authors notes,

Defying Nature