Savannah's P.O.V.

Ever since my kiss with Brett, I have been acting different. Shawn and Andrew are starting to worry about me. Malia is worried. Everybody is worried. I haven't told anybody. Sure, Brett was nice, but the kiss felt...like fireworks. Did I like the kiss? I honestly don't know.

I went to my closet and picked out a black V-neck shirt, black jeans that were a little ripped, a black belt, and black boots. For makeup, I applied black eye shadow, black eyeliner, black lipstick and black mascara. I did my hair I'm curls at the bottom, but straight at the top, adding a clip to it. I added a black choker to my neck and a metal stud cuff bracelet.

When I looked in the mirror, I saw my reflection. Great. I was wearing clothes that expressed my mood. I looked Dauntless from Divergent. I looked Dauntless, but I felt like the Factionless.

I got my phone, (which I changed the case to the Divergent Dauntless symbol), and ear buds. I wasn't going to school today, cause I didn't want to face the pack. Especially Andrew and Shawn.

I went downstairs where I got two Toaster Strudels and put them in the toaster. As I waited for them, I got a glass and the carton of orange juice from the fridge and poured it into the glass. After putting the carton away, my strudels were done.

As I ate, I heard a knock at the door. "Who is it?" I asked. The door opened, revealing Hannah and Andrew.

When they saw me, they were shocked at my appearance. They have never seen me this way. "What?" I asked. "I'm not in a good mood, so please don't judge." I said, flashing my eyes to the cold steel blue they have always been. Hannah and Andrew both nodded.

"Would someone please tell me why two of my best friends are here?" I asked.

"We just came to see if you were okay." Hannah said. "I'm fine. I just need time to think about what happened." I said. As soon as I said that, I mentally slapped myself.

"What happened?" Hannah asked. "I might have had my first kiss." I said. "Who?" she asked. "Brett." I said.

"YOU KISSED THAT BOY?! THE ONE THAT TRIED TO HURT LIAM?!" Andrew shouted.

"HEY, ANDREW! THIS IS MY LIFE" NOT YOURS! YOU CAN'T CONTROL ME! YOU NEVER GET MAD AT SHAWN WHEN HE'S ALL WITH LYDIA!" I screamed.

At that, I ran out the door, running, but then I felt Andrew grab my arm, which sent me in a rage.

I kicked him I'm the stomach, sending him to the ground. When he raised his head, his eyes were a fiery orange and his arms were on fire. I growled and flicked my claws out as I shifted into my werecoyote form and lunged towards him.

Andrew there his arm at me, which I dodged and jumped on his back, digging my claws into his shoulders, making him roar in pain.

He flung me off as we faced each other. He tackled me to the ground and got on top of me, which made me angrier.

I kicked him where the sun doesn't shine and got up. I threw punches at him, sending him to the ground. I straddled him with my legs and threw punches with one hand while I used my clawed one to claw his face and chest repeatedly.

I never felt this powerful before.

Before I knew it, I had blood all over my hands. I then got off him and ran off, into the woods.

As I was running, I wanted to do nothing more but just kill anything that was in my sight.

It was then I ended up tripping over a log and falling.

It was then I heard a noise that made my ears hurt, which made me cover them, while screaming.

It was then I began to focus on Malia. My only sister. My only flesh and blood that I had left. My best friend. The one I lived as a coyote with for 8 years. The one who was and always has been there for me. My sister. Malia.

I felt my claws grow back into my regular nails, my teeth sink back into my gums, and my eyes going from blue back to brown.

"Are you okay?" I heard a female voice. I looked up and saw two people. One of them was a girl that had reddish brown hair in a side braid, fair skin, and brown eyes. The person next to her was a guy that had blonde hair and blueish eyes. I could tell they were hunters because the girl had a bow in her hand and a sheath of arrows on her back while the guy had a crossbow.

"You're hunters." I said as I started to back up, slightly scared of them. I could tell that they sensed I was afraid because the girl held her hand out a gave a sweet smile.

"No, no. It's okay. We're not going to hurt you." she said in a soft voice.

"I'm Aimee Argent. This is my brother, Travis Argent." she said.

"My name's Savannah. I'm a were coyote." I said as I got up.

"You're part of the Argents?" I asked. At that, Travis looked at me. "How do you know about the Argents?" he asked. "There's a hunter named Chris Argent that is allies with me and my pack." I said.

"That's our uncle." Aimee said. "He had a daughter named Allison." I said. "Allison. Where is she?" Travis said. "She...died. My alpha was her ex-boyfriend. He told me that she was stabbed by some sort of ninja demon warrior thing and she died." I said.

"That makes us and our uncle the only Argents left." Travis said with a hurt voice.

"Um...I have one question. Do you guys have a relative named Kate?" I asked. "Yes. She's our mom." Aimee said. "Well, turns out, she was killed by Peter Hale, but she didn't die. She just ended up becoming a werejaguar and she's now trying to hurt me and my pack." I said.

"Peter Hale." Travis growled. "You know him?" I asked. "Yes. He tried to kill us when the Hale house got set on fire." Aimee said. "Actually, your psychotic mother burned the house down and now she is terrorizing me and my pack and she has this 'army' of berserkers." I said.

"Well, lucky for you, you will have more hunters to protect you guys." Aimee said.

"What does your pack consist of?"

"One Alpha. Three Betas. Two werecoyote, which are me and my sister. Three Kitsunes, a Banshee, and one human." I said.

"Wow. It sounds cool." Travis said.

"My alpha, Scott, is the best. Once you meet him, you'll become like siblings. Trust me. Once you join a pack, they become like a family to you." I said.

"And first things first, how old are you guys?" I asked.

"We're twins. I'm the younger one and Travis is the older one. We're both 17." Aimee said.

"Well, if you want to join the pack, I think there's room for two more.", I said with a smile.

First Andrew and Shawn. Then, Hannah. And now, Aimee and Travis Argent.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this chapter! How do you like the characters I added? What do you think of Aimee and Travis' appearance? Let me know!

Face claim for Aimee is Shailene Woodley and face claim for Travis is Lucas Till.