Howling to the Heart || Isaac Lahey

28.

"Damn, I haven't seen these many journalists and news stations at a funeral since my family's funeral," I said to Scott, hiding behind a statue with him.

A distance away from us was Allison with her mom and dad, walking toward Kate's coffin with chairs seated in two neat rows before it. Behind them, was crowds of people, all of them with cameras and being forced back by the police.

Scott sent me a tired look. "Once again, we need to work on some issues."

"That wasn't trauma dumping," I quietly exclaimed. "That was just a fact."

"Shh! And look!" He pointed back toward the Argent's, and I looked in time to see an old man with white hair talking with Matt. Of course, Matt was here.

The old man had men behind him, standing close like they were security or something.

"Why do I get the feeling he's gonna be a pain in our ass?" I groaned, watching the old man break Matt's SD card and then drop it on the ground before handing the camera back.

"Stop talking so I can hear," he shushed me again and I rolled my eyes.

The old man walked toward the Argent family, and then stopped before Mr. Argent. "Christopher," he greeted Allison's dad, pulling him into a hug.

"Gerard," Mr. Argent replied, hugging him back before they pulled away.

"I'm not the only one that felt awkward, right?" I whispered and Scott nodded, the both of us watching Gerard greet Allison's mom.

Gerard then turned to Allison who looked confused. Someone dropped down behind us and I turned around, ready to throw a punch but stopped myself when I realized it was Stiles.

"You nearly got yourself knocked out," I whisper shouted, throwing him a look.

"Aren't you supposed to hear me before I get to you?" he deadpanned.

I rolled my eyes, flipping him off before facing back to the Argent's and listening to them.

"Do you remember me?" Gerard questioned Allison who nodded.

"Who the hell is that?" Stiles asked, leaning closer to my back to look over my shoulder.

Suddenly, Gerard faced our direction and I grabbed Stiles, pulling him behind me as the three of us hid completely behind the statue.

"He's definitely an Argent," Scott said, looking at us.

"No shit," I sassed, letting go of Stiles and looking back around the statue to see he wasn't looking in our direction anymore.

"Considering I haven't seen you since you were three, I don't suppose I can assume you'd call me grandpa," Gerard said to Allison and I groaned. The Argent's have brought in the big guns. "So if it's comfortable, call me Gerard for the time being. But I'd prefer grandpa." He sat down beside her and Allison side-eyed us, getting a wave from Scott.

"Hey, you know, maybe they're just here for the funeral," Stiles suggested, sounding hopeful. "I mean...What if they're the non-hunting side of the family? There could be non-hunting Argents. That's possible, right?"

I sent Stiles a shake of the head. "I know what they are," I said, and then looked at Scott. "They're reinforcements."

Someone grabbed the back of my jacket from behind us, and then all three of us were yanked up onto our feet. I flung my arms out, hitting Scott and Stiles in the stomachs before we all looked over our shoulders to see Mr. Stilinski holding onto Scott's jacket, and mine and Stiles' with a pissed off look.

"You three. Unbelievable," he fumed at us.

I cringed, feeling like a young child getting told off. "Accidents happen?"