Chapter 3
Chris Argent felt slightly guilty for not waiting for Stiles to awaken before holding his only- his former only- daughter's funeral, but it couldn't wait. It drove him insane waiting. He knew he shouldn't, but part of him still blamed the poor kid for her death entirely. An even darker part of him wished that he would've just shot Stiles in the head back there and then at Derek's apartment weeks ago. No, the only one to blame is the Nogitsune itself.
Downing a fourth shot of liquor, Chris stares at the blank lifeless walls. He knew when becoming a hunter that there was a likely chance he would end up with nothing- no family, nobody to love left. He had had to accept that, of course. It's only now how much he has come to regret and understand the depth of that acceptance. Heartbreak was something he'd always thought of as a myth, an over-exaggeration. Good god, how wrong he was. The deep emotional pain is crippling, shattering his heart and crushing his soul. He's already lost his sister, wife and only child…There's not much more loss he can take…