A/N: Wow, chapter 10 already? This story is going faster than I thought! And I love it! But also hate it too because it's going too fast :'(


I awaken in my bed and prop myself on my left elbow, staring out of my window. My head is spinning, but I'm perfectly aware of what happened last night. I became a blood-thirsty monster. I call upon my wolf, but she complains in my head, Too tired. Need sleep. I roll my eyes at that comment and slowly get out of bed. I'm covered in my light blue nightgown; Amanda must've put it on me last night so I wouldn't get too cold. Though, it's winter-I'm going to get cold no matter what.

As I trudge downstairs, the smell of pancakes wafts throughout the house, and I catch myself panting. I sit on the barstool in the kitchen and my dad hugs me, "Thank God you're okay, Sienna." I smile slightly, shoving pieces of pancake into my mouth. My dad kisses my cheek and walks to the front door to pick up the newspaper. My mother walks downstairs quietly, and mutters, "Good morning, Sienna." I nod, acknowledging her comment, and she walks over, rubbing behind my ears, "Are you okay from last night?" I respond, "Yeah, just a little tired." My mother's eyebrows lift as she nods; I know that look-she doesn't believe what I'm saying.

I run upstairs and get dressed; a light blue dress with flowers on it and a hole in the middle of my back. I put my black combat boots on that click on the tile floors at school on and then walk in the bathroom. I brush my teeth and look in the mirror to fix my hair, my light blue eyes shine in the light and my hair is a bit greasy, but I don't have time to shower now. I finger through it and add volume, which takes away some of the grease and remove some pieces of leaves and twigs-and then walk back downstairs. As soon as I get to the front door, I notice the bus pull up to my driveway and put my blue hoodie on as I run outside, muttering a quick "goodbye" to my parents.

My mind is so cluttered that I don't even see straight as I walk up the stairs of the bus. I sit down and pull my hood over my face and close my eyes, letting the vibrations of the bus as it makes each stop lull me into a trance.


I didn't even realize I fell asleep on the bus. I was the last to get off because of it.

The bus was pulling away from the school when I realized it, and my wolf screamed angrily and in a condescending tone as I walked into the school, Way to go, you idiot. You should just tell the nurse you're sick and go home. I want sleep, you want sleep, it works out for the both of us.

When I walk in, Carmine stands at the front desk; he wears a navy blue t-shirt that hugs his muscles and jet black skinny jeans, he wears dark brown combat boots to match. I utterly swoon when I wrap my arms around his waist for a hug; he smells like pine trees and fresh air. He kisses my forehead and I hear a peppy voice, "Good morning, you two lovebirds!" I turn to look and growl when I see Claire; no matter the day, she's always up bright and early, and today is one of the days where I don't feel like conversing in stupid banter.

"Woah, what crawled into your Wheaties this morning?" She asks, and I turn away. Carmine asks in a concerned tone, "She makes a point. Sienna, are you alright?" I nod, "Last night was the Blood Moon. I turned into a wolf quite painfully and had no control of my actions. How do you think I feel?" Carmine shrugs, "Exhausted, most likely." "That's just skimming the surface, child." I respond condescendingly, "Exhausted, guilty, shameful...the list goes on. I can't call upon my wolf because she's napping all day today." Claire laughs and blushes, "Good thing I didn't say anything. I thought you had your period. You'd have probably killed me." I lift my eyebrows, "I'm due for it. So technically, you're right. Any day now." She giggles slightly, and I notice Harlow walk down the hallway, with a new distinction about her. Her hair-it's light blue.

"Harlow, your hair-" I begin, and she laughs, "Yeah, my mom treated me to an early Christmas present. I've been wanting to dye it forever, and my mom finally gave in yesterday. You guys like it?" She flips it over her shoulder to show us, to which I notice it's not just light blue-it's a gradient from light blue to dark blue at her ends. The waves in her hair accentuate the colors. Claire squeals, "I love it! It's so pretty!" She runs over behind her and begins playing with it, putting a strand underneath her nose and pretending she has a mustache, and I giggle. "Wow, I made the embodiment of depression laugh today!" Claire screams out, running over and hugging me so hard that I almost topple over and out of Carmine's arms. I laugh and we all walk to our lockers.

Claire's locker is closest to mine as it goes by last name order: her last name starts with a "D" whereas mine starts with an "E". Carmine and Harlow are farther away from us, because Harlow's last name starts with a "P" and Carmine's starts with an "S". When I finish, I notice Carmine standing right behind me. I go to hug him again and he grasps my hand and we walk upstairs to English together.

Mr. Hayes waits for us at the door with our vocabulary tests; he's making us use this vocabulary book called "Wordly Wonders" and the words in it are easy for fourth graders. We had just taken the test on Tuesday, and he's a quick grader in order to get it to us on Thursday. I look at my grade, in red ink stands at my attention a "100%". Carmine walks in after me and scans his test and looks up, he must've gotten a bad grade. I walk over to him, "What's your grade?" "68 percent." He states quietly, and I ask, "Mind if I look at it?" I know the reason why he got the bad grade; it's due to his dyslexia.

I scan over it: words like "phosphorous" are spelled like "phossforus" and other letters are added when they shouldn't be there. He also added an "I" in the word "reminiscent" when it should be an "E". When I turn to look back at him, his head is in his hands, and he's gripping his bangs, muttering, "Sienna, I'm a failure." "Carmine! Don't say that!" I kneel next to him and say, "It's because of your disease. You aren't a failure, trust me. You technically aren't wrong, as the way you spelled them is what they sound like when they're spoken. You're close, but the word is not spelled how it's said. Do you get me?" He slightly nods. I then get an excellent idea, "Why don't you come to my house after school and I'll help you on the next unit? The test for it is next Wednesday, so we have time. Better to start early, right?" He nods again, and finally lifts his head out of his hands, "I like that idea." I overhear Mr. Hayes yell, "Everyone take your seats!" and I quickly and breathlessly whisper to Carmine, "Meet me at my locker at the end of the day." He nods and scans his test again as I silently walk back to my seat.


My second period class, Principles of Engineering, started off as a living nightmare.

Freshman were throwing parts meant for the robots off of the shelves and onto the ground, where they'd crack into pieces. The teacher, Mr. Faulton, rushed around, trying to clean up the mess. Safe to say that my head was in my hands for the rest of the period, as wise-ass freshman decided to crack stupid jokes that I'd expect out of a fifth grade class rather than a group of freshmen. One boy, Nico, was particularly nasty; he tried to flirt with me and then decided to ridicule me because of my wolf ears and tail. I growled at him once, and he backed off.

I silently worked on my robot for the remainder of the period; I'm trying to create a miniature android, one that is capable of simple phrases and actions such as shaking a person's hand or fetching an item for a person. I require a certain colored wire, to which I walk over to the bin in the back of the room, to find Nico sitting on the windowsill. He crudely howls at me, and I stare at him, "Do you think you're funny?" He laughs and looks over at his lackeys, whom are carrying on with the destruction of the rest of the classroom without him as he sits and rules like a king, "Uh, yeah, I do." My eyes lift to his as I smirk, allowing my eyes to turn yellow and my fangs to grow out, causing him to shrink back in fear. I respond, "I don't think you'd like what I could do to you, so I'd give up now." He puts his hands up in surrender, to which Mr. Faulton walks over to him and gives him a firm scolding and makes him sit down and work on his robot.

I grab the wire and walk back over to my table-I sit alone most of the time, as I find that if I seclude myself, I work a bit better. I never liked group work, the stuff that other people do doesn't come up to par with the stuff that I do by myself. I attach one end of the wire to the motherboard and the other end to the head, and then close up the compartment and boot up the robot. On the screen, it shows crudely drawn eyes opening, meaning that the robot is ready for use. I set it gently on the table and put on the headset that allows the robot to hear the directions that I give it. I say, "Shake my hand." I put out my hand and the robot puts it's tiny hand into mine and shakes it twice; I smile out of pride.

I place an empty water bottle on the table next to it and say into the headset, "Pick up the water bottle." The robot says, "PICKING UP WATER BOTTLE" in a typical robot voice, technical and not in proper sentences. This little robot also sounds like it smokes a pack of cigarettes a day, I guess that's the type of voice it naturally has. I don't believe I could change it.

The robot walks over to me with the water bottle in it's hands and places it on the table in front of me. I hear a deep voice behind me, "Impressive." I turn to notice a boy in my grade, Alex, standing behind me with his hand on his chin and examining my little android. "You made this?" He asks; No duh you fucking idiot, my wolf screams, and I respond quietly with a cough, "Yes I did." "Wow," He mutters. I turn to look at him, his dark blonde hair is unkempt and his dark green eyes look curious; he's one of the popular kids in my grade, he's been with Pandora over eight times-on again and off again like the weather.

He laughs slightly, rubbing the back of his neck, "I've been trying to work on my robot but nothing's coming out right." I look at him again and my ears cock to the side, and he smiles, "That's so cool, by the way. Pandora thinks it's weird but I think it's awesome. Gotta make use out of a genetic anomaly, right?" I growl slightly, my nails growing into claws, "It's not a genetic anomaly. I'm part of a species that was thought to be extinct. I'm a Mesawolf." "Woah, I always thought those were like legends. I didn't think they were actually real," He pauses for a moment and then continues, "I mean, I read that when the factions were still around, you guys were abundant in the woods and stuff and never really showed your faces, but then Jeanine Matthews found you and exterminated you all." I nod, "How do you know all of this?" He looks down to the floor, "My mom was good friends with a Mesawolf. She was killed in the genocide though." "I'm sorry," I state and he waves a hand as if it's not important, "I didn't really know her that well; it's fine."

Amanda told me the story of the Mesawolves. We were a peaceful group; from ancient times we were always willing to trade and be around humans. We never caused any harm unless it was a Blood Moon or if we were angered in some way, but that was very rare. But, when the factions came around, it was discovered that all Mesawolves had traces of Divergence, and our leaders decided to cut off ties with the humans so we wouldn't get exterminated after word spread that the Dauntless faction were killing initiates or members that were Divergent. Jeanine Matthews, the leader of the faction Erudite, found all of the Mesawolves and killed them all in a mass genocide in order to completely abolish Divergents. However, Amanda survived as she was able to hide her ears and tail, which is a mutation that not all Mesawolves possess, and she was also 'close' with Jeanine, but in reality working against her.

Alex looks at my robot again and states, "Can I try it?" I hand him the headset and he puts it on, saying into the piece, "Get the red wire." The android hops off of the table onto one of the chairs and hops onto the floor. The robot then pushes a stool over in order to pick up the red wire, and he jumps upon the table and picks up the wire, holding it victoriously. I giggle and Alex nods, "Impressive, little guy."

The bell rings, signaling the end of the period, and I pack my books quickly. Alex stops me at the door, and kisses me on the cheek, "You're beautiful, you know that?" My eyes turn yellow as my wolf takes over, "And you're a man-whore. Play around with Pandora, not me." I walk away and leave him in the dust.

Shit.

That's going to go back to Pandora.


My head was down for the rest of the day. I tried not to be seen.

Carmine met me at my locker at the end of the day and I told him the entire story; he laughed, "Your wolf likes to get you in trouble sometimes, huh?" I shake my head as I close my locker door, "No, it's not like that. She does like to do that, but I think she sensed something about him and she was genuinely trying to protect me, but in a crude way. You know?" He nods, "Yeah, I get it."

We begin to walk to my house together hand-in-hand and stop along the way at Starbucks. I get my usual - tall Chai Tea Latte - and Carmine gets a grande Vanilla Bean Frappuccino. We sit in the booth by the window, and he slowly sips his drink, looking out of the window at the people passing by. I cock my head to the side and wave my hand in front of his face in order to get his attention, to which he slowly meets my gaze. I begin to laugh and grab his hand underneath the table, "Somebody was day-dreaming, huh?" He squeezes my hand, "Indeed."

I lean my head down on my hand, "Why don't we start studying here? I'll shoot my mom a text telling her where we are." He nods, "Sure. I'll text my mom too, just so she doesn't have a heart attack," He pauses to pull out his phone and then once he has it, he begins to type, "She always expects me home at 3:30 on the dot, and it's 3:45." I state sarcastically, "You little rebel, you." He smiles and giggles through his teethy grin and then places his phone down, "Done." I text my mom at that moment, At Starbucks on Michigan Ave. with Carmine. Text you when we're on our way home. :)

My mom is quick to text back, We? I giggle to myself as I pull out my vocabulary workbook. I look up once I place it on the desk; Carmine's already prepared, book open and turned to the right chapter complete with a pencil in his mouth. He looks down at the words on the page and squints.

I clear my throat and he looks up at me with a cocked head, and I giggle, "Alright, let's see what the first word is..." I check the page and state, "Alright, the first word is 'affront'. Look at that word for two minutes, I'll give you some time to study the spelling and the definition." I look over mine and look at the definition, "Noun: an action or remark that causes outrage or offense. Verb: offend the modesty or values of somebody or something." I check my phone, two minutes have passed.

I wake Carmine out of his daze by snapping in front of his face and he whimpers a bit as he lifts his head. I grab a ruler out of my bag to act as a bookmark and place it in between the two pages as I close his book. I place my book in front of my chest, "Spell it." His eyebrows lower as he closes his eyes; he must be trying to remember. "A-f-r...o-n-t?" I respond lightly, "You're missing an 'F'." He swears, "Dammit." I grab his hand, "It's okay. Can you tell me the definition? We'll come back to the spelling later." "Uhm... to offend someone?" "Basically..." I state, motioning for him to continue, and he does, "Uh...the noun version is an action that can cause feelings of offense, right?" I laugh, "Good! And what about the verb?" He clears his throat, "The verb version is..uh..to offend someone's beliefs. Right?" I nod and he smiles.

We continue through the vocabulary words until he's confident of the spelling and definition of all of them. When we rise to go back to my house, he hugs me tightly, so tightly in fact that I almost lose my balance. He whispers breathily, "Thank you so much." "Of course, Carmine. Anything for you." He lifts his head from the crook of my neck and stares into my eyes, and before I know it, his lips are on mine. My lips part involuntarily as my tail hardens and stands up straight. His hands rest on my hips and grips my skin hard as I pull away from him slowly. I grab his hand and we leave together - both confident, but of different things. He may be confident about his next vocabulary test, but I'm confident that our relationship will last forever.


When we arrive at my house, my dad answers and shakes Carmine's hand, "Welcome back." He giggles, "Thank you Mr. Eaton." "Please, call me Tobias." My father retorts and Carmine blushes, "Thank you, Tobias." My father closes his eyes and nods.

My mom looks over from the kitchen and states, "I'm making noodles if anyone wants!" "I will!" I scream, and Carmine yells out, "Me too!" "Ok!" My mother yells back and laughs as she stirs the noodles in the pot. I open the door to my room and growl as I pounce on my bed and grab a pillow on the way with my mouth and place it on top of me, to which Carmine grabs a blanket and covers me. He lies on the side of me, playing with the top of my ears, causing a chill to go through my entire body, causing me to break out of the pillows and lie on top of him. I grab his shirt with my mouth and he blushes, and I let go and laugh.

"Dinner!" A shout rings through the house, and I shoot up and bark as I run to the door of my room and sprint downstairs. I grab the plate from my mothers grasp, meeting a shocked expression, and sit at the head of the table as I notice Carmine slowly walking downstairs and taking a plate with a generous helping from my mother, she must have noticed him not eating a lot when he came to our house last time.

I look up at Carmine as he sits down, a chunk of noodles hanging out of my mouth; he grins, staring at the table as he sits down. I continue to fork down the noodles and Carmine slowly eats them, a look on his face that shows he's trying to take me seriously but can't. I giggle as I try to muster up an explanation, "I'm still hungry from last night." His lips pucker as he giggles again, eating more noodles. My father and mother sit at the table and begin to eat slowly, as my father glances at me and his eyebrows furrow, "Uh, Sienna?" My head shoots up, "Hmm?" My father begins to laugh, "Manners?" Carmine interjects, "I don't mind, Mr. Eaton. It's probably the wolf that's making her so hungry." "EXACTLY!" My arms fling out and I smack Carmine on the cheek, leaving a large red mark on the tip of his cheek. I rush over and cannot control the laughter that makes it's way out of my mouth and start to snort. He laughs too and states, "I was at the receiving end, unfortunately." This causes me to laugh harder, causing me to fall onto the floor in utter defeat, my stomach hurting due to my continuous chortles.

Carmine wretches me to my feet and, still snickering, I sit in my chair and finish off the rest of the noodles. Carmine finishes his at around the same time as me, but I still notice a small mountain of them still remain, it doesn't look like he ate at all. I sigh as I grab his hand and bring him upstairs. Once we enter my room, I lie on my stomach, my boobs propping me up, and Carmine assumes the same position; I expect him to make a joke about my boobs being the only things holding me up but he doesn't. We lie there in silence, but my wolf takes over as I turn to look out of my window and notice a slightly less full moon rising. I change into my wolf form and snuggle against Carmine, and he pets my back and behind my ears as I bark playfully.

A knock sounds at my door and my father walks in, "Carmine, you got a text from your mom, she wants you home now. Ah, Sienna, that must've felt good huh?" I pant in approval and trot downstairs with Carmine. When he walks to the door, he grabs his jacket and as he puts it on, a strip of his skin shows, causing a thrill to go through me, I feel it in all of my organs and it trickles through my tail, causing it to wag involuntarily.

Carmine mutters a quick goodbye to my parents and leaves, but before he could go far, I turn into my human form and run outside with him. We walk together, but I notice something off about him; he's being very reclusive, and his eyes are locked in a starting contest with the road beneath us. "Carmine, is everything alright?" I probe, and he grunts, looking away from me, "Yeah, I'm fine." Curiosity bubbles in my stomach as I feel like all of the walls have been broken; I giggle, "Just curious, you know." My voice turns contradictory on purpose, "Because you've been pretty reclusive and acting kind of strange lately." He glares at me, his dark brown eyes stern and peeling away every layer of me, "It's nothing, Sienna! I'm fine, please." I roll my eyes and turn away. My wolf screams in my head and bangs against the side of my skull, Please listen to me, that anger is too sudden for him!

When we arrive at his house, he runs up his stairs that lead to his door and slams the door behind him. I turn away, letting a few tears slip out of my eyes; my wolf is right, his anger was very sudden-it's not like him at all. He's normally very docile and quiet, what's happened to him?

I walk somberly back to my house and slide through the door; my parents are nowhere to be seen, they must've clocked out for the night already. I quietly walk up my stairs and put on my plaid pajama pants and a shirt with 'Panic! At The Discos' album cover of Too Weird to Live, Too Rare to Die! with the lead singer, Brendon Urie, smoking a cigarette with rainbow smoke coming out of the filter. Jumping on my bed, I maintain my vision on the partially full moon outside, and hear a loud and forlorn howl rip through the bright night sky. The howl continues for a long time, sounding more and more pained with every breath. I howl with the mysterious voice, and it howls back, but it's in a totally different tongue; Mesawolves are able to communicate with other Mesawolves through their howls, but this is a language that I cannot understand. The voice is also too deep to belong to Amanda; my wolf growls, Don't worry about it, it's probably just a regular wolf. You need to go to sleep.

I do as my wolf commands and lie down, staring outside. The howls continue, and I allow myself to fall asleep to the soothing lullaby.


A/N: I HAD JUST WRITTEN THIS ENTIRE PART AND IT DELETED UGHHH KILL MEEEE

IT MAKES ME SO MAD YOU KNOW?! *screams in gibberish*

Anyways, goodnight my cakies!

~~Four's Cake

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