A Sliver Of Light in The Night Sky

Chapter 4

Melina was smiling, bigger now that she saw my face, like a kid whose puppy died a day after she got it.

The wind was kicking up, playing with the vines of Divergent's willow tree. "I'm . . . what?" I asked, dazed.

"You. Are. Out." Melina smirked.

"You can't just kick me out of my own pack! I created Divergent, I led it-"

"Well," The other girl said. "Not anymore. Your pack voted to cut you, Beatrice. It was unanimous. I'm leader now. So bye-bye!"

My eyebrows knitted together, my eyes narrowing, and I stepped closer to her, upper lip pulling off my teeth animalistically. "You're a wolf." I said superiorly. "I'm an alpha."

"Nope. I'm the alpha." Melina announced, wiggling her fingers in a wave.

I grabbed her hand with one of mine, and jerked her head back by her hair with the other. "I'm the alpha-"

"Get your hands off of her." Said Will dangerously.

"She's our leader now." Said Marlene.

I didn't look away from Melina-whose eyes were no longer dull brown-and shoved her face closer to mine. "I will find you," I growled. "And I will destroy you."

I let go of her, turning and smoothing the wrinkles out of my pants. I heard a growl behind me, but again didn't turn. "Go ahead, alpha. Attack me. Please." Apparently that made up her mind, because she shut up. I walked away from my tree, and, as soon as I rounded the corner of the school, I began to run, not caring that tears were streaming down her face.

The first week, I locked myself in my room, skipped school, and cried. The second week, I planned my revenge. The third, I was always out of the house, running, either as a wolf or a human. I talked to no one, and walked miserably around school when my family forced me to go.

After about a month, though, my family called a suck-ass intervention about my grades, to my despair. "Beatrice, you're not getting Bs anymore." Announced dad, holding up a report card that he'd obviously gotten himself, since whenever I got it, I threw it away.

"Duh." I said.

"The prom-"

"It's just a semi-formal, mom." I interrupted. "And I don't want to go anyway."

"You don't?"

"Nope."

"Then you're going, if your grades aren't As tomorrow."

"That doesn't make any sense! I can't change six grades in one day-"

"Then you're going. No argument." I was silent a moment, standing in front of the coffee table, which was in front of mom and dad and Caleb. Then, I grabbed the stack of magazines and threw it at her head, threw the contents of a cup of liquid on dad, threw Caleb to the ground, and began to pummel his face, since I was sure he'd told them in the first place.

My parents jerked me off of him, but his face was already bleeding and bruised. "Bea . . . your eyes-"Caleb started.

I gasped, and looked down; my forearm was painted with gray-gold veins, and I saw in ultra-vison, colors oddly absent. "What day is it?!" I growled, trying not to open my mouth.

"Monday-" Started dad, startled. I spun away ducking my head to keep my head out of sight. I threw myself out the door, rocketing across the street, the full moon glinting above me.

That Friday was the dance; I ignored the boring gray dress Mom got me, and grabbed a pink tank and torn black jeans from my closet; my jewelry consisted of a beaded bracelet and fuck-you earrings. I curled the ends of my hair, and put on a black GIVEASHIT beanie; pink tinted nude lip-color, and white-pink-gray eyeshadow clothed my face; I had a glittering black jewel in my left eyebrow, and skull earbuds stuck in my ears, and a black knitted cardigan was pulled up around my elbows, to show off tattoos I'd gotten three days ago: a crescent moon on my left wrist, an infinity symbol with three ravens, and "be brave", and a rose under my inner elbow. I also wore fingerless black gloves, and black, heeled boots, and carried a black bottomless bag.

I exited my house, and ran to school.

I saw Christina outside, in line for tickets.

She wore a cheetah-print dress that went to her knees, sandals, and a brown purse; golden hoop earrings, and bracelet, and an "I am happy" ring. Her hair was in a flawless braided updo, and a tattoo-not new, I'd seen it before-proclaimed "mischief managed" on her shoulder. She was with Will, who looked equally handsome.

When I got in line, the couple in front of me-I had no date-was Melina-oh, the luck-and . . . Tobias.

I know this is a sorry update, but whatever. I wanted to write more. But now my wrist hurts.