A Sliver Of Light in The Night Sky

Chapter 6

A/N sorry it took so long to update, I had my first game on Thursday (aka I'm a basketball returning cheerleader) and on Friday I was celebrating my birthday, which was on Monday, with my family. So enjoy

Peter removed his hand from my face, and Four's hands tightened around my arm, as if I'd try to flee. My head flopped to the side, eyes half-closing, and slowed my breathing. I had to try to convince them that I was unconscious. I could make out the wooden flooring, laquered over. I held back a smile. Eric was letting up on my arm, but Four was unconvinced.

" . . . I mean," Peter was saying, smoothing a hand down my waist and hip, resting on my outer thigh; disgust shot through me. "She's just so . . . stiff. Edgy. Tense. Maybe I can let that up. . . . " His hand slid around, smoothing over my ass this time; Four growled, and let go of my arm to jump at Peter.

I took the opportunity as it came: I darted away from Dauntless, through the crowd of dancers, and found myself outside, sobbing next to a brick wall, with the knife from my boot in my hand.

I wouldn't hesitate to kill anyone anymore.

The night was quiet, so when a hand touched my shoulder, I flung myself away, raising my knife, but froze when I saw who it was.

"Holy shit, Tris!" Christina erupted, dropping to her knees in her dress. "Your fucking face!" She grabbed my chin, and tilted it to the size. "Who did this." She said, her voice hard.

I let out a damaged sound, a sort of mutant outburst. A guy was coming up behind Christina, and I was gripping my knife harder.

"Hey, Christina, are you-"Will broke off at the sight of me. "Holy shit, Tris!" He yelled; Christina's mouth ghosted a smile: they'd both said the same things. "What the Hell happened?!"

I shook my head. Never tell; then you'll be weak.

Christina understood. "Come on, Tris," she said, and helped me up. "Will." She said meaningfully, and he supported my other side; they helped me to Chris's car, and then drove me somewhere; I wasn't looking. Chris helped me out, and brushed some hair out of her face before half-carrying me to the edge of the forest; I saw Will's house a bit to the left. Will pushed a branch out of the way, like a gentleman, and then, Chris let me collapse on the ground; when I changed, I saw two opposite-color wolves next to me: streaky yellow, and dark brown. Christina and Will.

They weren't going to leave me like the rest of the pack; when I ran, they ran with me.

A/N I know I just posted one but anyway, I know this is short, but I promise there will be longer ones soon.
Bye pansycakes