Thanks for all of the reviews. I'm really trying to update as often as I can but it's tough balancing FF with my schoolwork so bear with me. Still don't own Teen Wolf.

Chris Argent was furious. Slamming the phone back into the receiver, he squeezed the bridge of his nose in an attempt to quell the anger that was caused by his conversation with his new allies.

The weeks following his sister's death were disastrous to say the least. The small town gossip of Beacon Hills seemed to follow each member of the Argent family. Neighbors talking in hushed whispers. Classmates pointing and staring. The news of Kate Argent's involvement in the fire that had destroyed the Hale home was met by the town's occupants with shock and outrage. Used to facing the curious stares of other people, Chris was hardly fazed by the town's sudden interest in his personal business. No, what upset Chris was his daughter's reaction to her family's newfound infamy.

Allison's first day back to school ended with her storming into her family home demanding to be taught how to use the arsenal of weapons stored throughout the house. The cold stare that Chris Argent met when he peered into the eyes of his daughter was frightening. Chris Argent had always lived by the code, however, he had seen first hand that each hunter had a different approach to the controlling of werewolves. The stubborn, piercing glare of his daughter was one that he had seen countless times when gazing at his sister. Chris Argent was frightened that Allison would propel herself into the life of a cold-hearted hunter, as her aunt had previously, and become lost in the thrill of the hunt.

The death of his sister. His daughter's newfound proclivity for the life of a hunter. The social uneasiness of the town. Each of the problems Chris Argent was facing could be linked to one individual. Scott McCall. Though just a boy, Scott had managed to effectively destroy the life that Chris once lived.

Staring out the window at the pouring rain, Chris questioned, not for the first time, the motives behind the newest group of hunters. The terrible weather matched Chris' mood, as well as the sinister feeling he got when thinking of the men who had come to rid Beacon Hills of its werewolf population. Kate was rash and ambitious, which caused her to make many mistakes regarding her own humanity. These men. Chris feared that they had no humanity. Exuding power and confidence, the new hunters made it clear that should anyone, werewolf or human, get in their way, they would be exterminated. Chris's discomfort was his main reason for making a deal with Scott. It seemed that staying clear of the young werewolf would allow him to evade the wrath of the hunters. Protecting Allison was Chris Argent's priority and he wasn't going to let a teenage crush do anything to put his daughter in harms way.

Flashback

Opening the door, Chris Argent came face to face with a nervous Scott McCall. Hands stuffed in his jean pockets, feet rocking back and forth on the front steps. The boy was anxious and rightly so. The older man was as menacing as they come. Welcoming Scott inside in a brisk and cool manner, Chris Argent shut the door forcefully behind him and led the young boy into the living room.

"Sit." The demand got its proper response when Scott practically tripped over himself in his haste to obey the older man's orders. "This conversation is long overdue Scott. You are a werewolf. I hunt werewolves. What do you propose would be a mutually beneficial solution to this predicament?" The azure eyes of Chris Argent bore into the young boy with a ferocity that was unmatched by anyone.

"Um, sir, Mr. Argent sir, I though that you followed some sort of code. I haven't hurt anyone so… ar..aren't we good?" Scott stammered. Glancing anywhere but Mr. Argent's eyes, Scott did his best to not display how truly terrified he was of his girlfriend's father. "Well Scott. The issue isn't about me hurting you. I'm sure Allison has already told you that Beacon Hills will have some new occupants within the next few days. These associates won't be as tolerant of you as I have been if they discover what you are." Although Chris was doing his best to intimidate the boy, he didn't say anything that was untruthful. Anyone discovering what Scott was would be problematic.

"What, uh, what are you saying?" Willingly meeting Chris Argent's eyes for the first time, Scott asked the question in a voice of desperation. "I can't help you with this crowd Scott. If they find out about you, they will kill you, along with anyone that tries to help you." This statement caused Scott to cast a furtive glance at the ceiling. Perfect. Based on past interactions with Scott, Chris feared that it would take longer for Scott to realize what he was implying about Allison. Again, it wasn't a lie. Anyone associated with the Beacon Hill wolves would become targets for the new hunters, and Chris Argent wasn't about to let anyone hurt his daughter. "I'll help you Scott, as best as I can. I'll try and steer them clear of anything that may trace back to you, but if I do, I'll need something from you."

Scott's brows furrowed as he thought about the older man's offer. He had a feeling he knew what would be asked of him, and he wasn't sure he was capable of it. He rose to his feet to meet the eyes of Argent. "What do you need from me?" Chris was slightly taken aback by Scott's sudden display of boldness, however, he didn't let it show. "You are to stay away from my daughter. You are to remove all forms of contact with her and remove her from the danger you've put her in." Contemplating the demand, Scott once again glanced upstairs to where he could hear Allison's heart beating in her room. The decision was both the easiest and most difficult he had ever made. Protecting Allison was his biggest priority and he would do anything to keep her safe. On the other hand, he remembered the brief time they were broken up, and how awful he felt while unable to speak to her. Hanging his head and rubbing his eyes, Scott gave Chris the answer he wanted to hear. "If you can help me, I can stay away from her."

End Flashback

That had been weeks ago, and Chris was beginning to suffer the consequences of the deal. Allison's discovery of the agreement had led to the biggest argument he could remember having with his only daughter. Allison's fury with her family was a constant. No discussion with the girl lasted more than a minute as her answers were brief and to the point. Chris had the feeling that something was amiss with his daughter, however, the teenager's silent treatment made it impossible to discern what was wrong.

Glancing out the window again, Chris decided that it was time to have a serious discussion with his daughter. Making his way out of the living room, Chris began his ascent up the stairs. Before reaching the second step however, Chris' ears were met with a loud pounding and even louder ringing. Spinning on his heel, Chris strode to the front door and opened it to find Scott McCall. Clenching his fists in anger at the sight of the boy, Chris allowed himself to take in Scott's disheveled appearance. Bloody and soaking, Scott looked less like a sixteen-year old boy and more like a fallen war hero. Glancing over his shoulder, Scott pleaded with Chris, "Please. You're the only one I could come to. I need your help." The panic was evident in his voice and the only thing Chris thought as Scott collapsed across his doorway was, "They found him."