Trust

Chapter 1

Stiles POV

I'm pretty sure the pack's going to kick me out soon.

No one involves me in anything and they don't talk to me in school.

I got one of my 'feelings', that something bad was going to happen so I went to someone who hopefully didn't have any part in it.

Chris Argent, no one really knew that we got along. Turns out he's some distant relative of mine, and because of that he wanted to 'train' me. Since now he's counting me as the last of the Argent line. Great...

Not to hunt my friends, or used to be friends, but to hunt the bad kind of supernatural. None of my friends knew and we didn't do it that often. What they didn't know wouldn't hurt them.

But since I was alone so often with nothing to do I found myself there nearly every day.

I was getting quicker and I actually beat him, hand to hand today. It was totally luck, and he agrees. Also, he slipped.

My dad had to leave somewhere for a few months, I think it had something to do with the FBI and a supernatural gang. But I don't know.

After I beat him he suggested that I move there temporarily. My dad jumped at the chance, he really thought I was going to burn the house down.

I don't know if I should be offended or proud that my dad knows me so well.

But he loved the idea of someone that we were actually related to, and someone who could hold himself in a fight was going to be watching over me.

Currently, I'm packing my stuff up, enough casual clothes. Some pajamas and a few boxes of my things.

He said that he was going to get me some hunting gear and clothing. So not to pack too much. Honestly, I was excited. He was always wearing blacks and I thought it was awesome.

He was training me in quite a few weapons to see which one would be best for me. I tested pretty high in sword, bow and arrow, gun, and surprisingly dagger. He said that compared to others I was better than most.

We eventually found out that katana was the best sword option. The machetes kept poking me and the broadsword was too heavy. The short sword felt and looked like a pointy twig.

It was weird how much the katana felt right to me. Almost like I always had the skill but never knew it. Weird.

After moving to Chris's, my dad and I said goodbye and he left. Chris moved me into the extra room that used to belong to Allison. It was kinda weird being here but he assured me that he didn't hold it against me.

Days passed and we stuck to a regular schedule, no matter how much I hated it at first.

Wake up around 5 and go for a run. Then to the gym, I had no idea I could be so sore in places that I didn't know even existed. Snack. Then we would go to his private shooting range and he would help me with the gun and bow. After about 2 hours of that, we went back to the house and had brunch. Then there was katana and dagger. We didn't have to work that long on the katana since I beat him twice. He said he was going to have to sign me up with a real master so I could progress farther. Then after dinner, we would relax for a bit or take a walk. After that, we would do hand-to-hand, boxing, and a bunch of other stuff.

I don't know the name of it so don't ask, but honestly, some of it reminded me of kung fu panda. I was still slow so we weren't working as much on attacks, instead, strategy and speed. He said that I was small and skinny. Which hurt my feelings a bit, but he said it would be a while before I was able to use more of the strength aspect of fighting.