Disclaimer: I do not own Divergent, the trilogy belongs to Veronica Roth

Tris' Point of View

I yawned and stretched, only stopping when I heard a satisfying crack. I stood up and walked over to the large mirror in the corner of my room. My hair was tangled a considerable amount and I had crusted drool at the corner of my mouth. I laughed at my disheveled appearance before grabbing a towel, cloth, and a change of clothes and heading to my bathroom for a shower.

When I walked out, I used my cloth to wipe away the foggy bathroom mirror and once again stared at myself. My rustic blonde hair was still wet but at least it wasn't tangled. The drool was gone and I looked completely refreshed. Even I, being the self-conscious person I am, had to admit I was at least pretty even though I looked younger than I was supposed to. But that was expected because of what I was.

Right! Maybe I should mention what I was.

Well for starters the names Beatrice Prior but when I was younger my older—by only ten months—brother tried and failed to pronounce my name and ended up calling me 'Tris' just because he couldn't say my real name. And ever since then I kept it.

Now back to the point of what I was.

I, Tris Prior, was a werewolf.

I was born with beta blood so I was stronger than most werewolves, but nowhere near as strong as an Alpha.

I walked downstairs, said hello to my dad who was reading the newspaper like the old school person he was, kissed my mother who was cooking breakfast on the cheek, and ruffled by brother's hair and grinned as I heard him exclaim, "Hey!"

Like normal, he was blabbing on about some technology upgrade and how he was so closed to fixing his robot who he was going to name R2D2 just for the hell of it. And just like normal, everyone but my mother was pretending to actually listen. It's not that my dad and I weren't proud of him, believe me we were, but when he started to talk about he became absorbed and started saying advanced stuff that made the rest of us feel like idiots for not understanding.

My mom placed four empty plates in front of us before putting multiple plates of toast, bacon, eggs, waffles, and pancakes in front of us. She gave us all glasses or mugs and put pitchers of coffee and juice.

For a human this would seem like too much food but because we were werewolves we had gigantic appetites. To us, this would only barely hold us to lunch. Normally, our mom would cook much more but our parents had agreed that it would be good to try and cut back in case of emergency and we didn't have access to food. Of course, being werewolves, Caleb and I protested for a while until our mother threatened to just stop making food for us altogether. That quickly shut us up.

"So, how was your morning, dears?" My mother questioned grabbing some toast and bacon. My father put the newspaper away and Caleb did the same with his phone. Whenever we ate a meal, we put all distracting things away because it was what we called 'family time.'

My mom, Natalie Prior, was a true kind soul. Always made time for others and never for herself. She was a sight to be seen, too with her rustic blonde hair and kind, hazel eyes. She stood tall and proud, like anyone who had something to be proud of would. Her features, just like her, were soft. I don't think there was ever a time she scowled or glared. It just wasn't her thing.

Caleb had already explained what he thought so I spoke up, "It was fine, I guess." My answer didn't fit with the ginormous smile I was wearing.

My family studied me for a moment before their eyes widened in realization. I nodded to confirm their thoughts.

"What does he look like?"

You see, at sixteen every supernatural being has a dream of the person they're meant to be with. We shifters (whether werewolves, werecats, werepanthers, etc.) call them mates while vampires call them their beloveds, and witches their charmers, etc. We aren't aware of what race and/or species they are until we meet them. I personally won't care what he is as long as he's my mate.

"Well he's tall with broad shoulders, a muscular build. He has blue eyes, and short almost buzz cut brown hair. He seems to stand confidently so I suspect that whatever species he is he's important."

"Well congrats, sis," Caleb grins. "Can't wait to kick his ass then set the rules."

I just laughed.

Caleb had already had the dream but all he said was that she was blonde with blue eyes. He did show us a 3D picture of her after he spent three hours drawing her. She was really pretty and he obsessed over her for a week.

"So, do you think you'll get accepted?" Our father questioned.

We knew we would. The school accepted the majority of the supernatural beings that applied. We would've applied when we turned fourteen but Caleb and I both agreed we wanted to spend some more time at home before deciding to go. When we graduated from the school, Caleb would be taking over as Beta since he was older and I would be doing whatever I decided to.

"I know we will," Caleb grinned sarcastically.

"That's good,"

The school was created to help train and further educate supernatural beings while allowing them a chance to find the person they were meant to be with. I absolutely couldn't wait to meet my mate and I knew Caleb couldn't either. Now I understood why he obsessed over her to begin with. My only worry was him not accepting me. When you met 'the one' you had a choice of accepting them or rejecting them and I was scared that he would reject me.

Caleb was afraid that his mate would be human but somehow I just knew that my mate wasn't. Caleb was mostly just afraid that she'd be human because she might freak out when he told her what he was and then reject him.

"Good," my mother agreed. "Because you got your acceptance letters. Came in the mail this morning."

She handed us both our letters. My eyes widened as I read the letter.

I was so excited that I let out a high pitched squeal. My family covered their ears in pain. Since werewolves had heightened senses it must of really hurt their ears.

"Ouch," My dad complained.

"Ouch is right," Caleb agreed, rubbing his ears. "It's not like you didn't already know you were going to get accepted."

I ignored him. Honestly, nothing else mattered in the world. I had gotten accepted.

I could only hope for my mate to be there. If not then I was going to have to do some serious traveling just to find him.

Yup that's it.

I noticed how everyone else was making fics on how one of them were famous or how they all had talents or just went to a normal high school. SO when I was eating breakfast the idea of making them go to a supernatural academy popped in my mind and so here we are.