Triskele

Meet the Family

Scott arrived at The Argent Household terrified and nervous. The Argents were hunters. Werewolf Hunters. Allison opened the door with a smile that he returned.

"Come on, I want to show you something." She said as she lead him to the garage. He watched the door and when he turned back to her he is met with a bow and arrow.

"Whoa!" He cried out. "What the hell is that?"

"This is my hobby. I practice archery." Allison answered.

"A-and what exactly do you shoot?"

"Mostly targets."

"Mostly?"

"Yes, sometimes an animal here and there to try on something non-stationary."

"What kinds of animals?"

"Usually birds and rabbits, an occasional deer if I am lucky."

"And nothing else?"

"What else would I shoot?"

"Nothing, nothing!" They heard the front door open and Allison immediately tugged Scott's arm so they could hide behind a large SUV. Scott noticed the cage of guns in front of them. "Whose are those?" He asked quietly.

"My dad's. He is a professional arms dealer." Allison whispered.

"And he needs help with the food." Came another voice. They looked up to see Mr. Argent starring down at them. The two teens got up quickly.

"Um, Dad this is Scott McCall." Allison introduced.

"Nice to meet you Scott, I'm Chris." Argent said as he held out his hand to the teen. Scott shook it.

"Likewise Sir." He responded. He followed Argent outside were an old man was unloading bags.

"Grandfather let me." Allison said as she grabbed the bags from him.

"I am not weak Allison." The man protested.

"Scott this is my grandfather Gerard. Grandfather this is Scott." Allison introduced. Scott gulped, this was the man who shot Derek.

"It is nice to meet you Scott. Will you be staying for dinner?" Gerard asked.

"Um... yes." Scott answered. 'This is probably a bad idea.' Scott thought.

Victoria Argent, Allison's mother, arrived and helped Chris make dinner while Allison, Scott, and Gerard set the table. Half an hour later everyone is seated at the table and are beginning to eat.

"Scott, tell us a little bit about yourself." Victoria demanded.

"Umm, well I am fifteen. I live with my mother, Melissa. She works at the apothecary. My best friend's name is Stiles Stilinski. His father is Head Official. I am okay in school- no less than a C and I am on the lacrosse team." Scott informed them.

"Stiles?" Gerard asked in disbelief. "What the hell is a Stiles?" Scott snicker lightly.

"It is not his real name. No one can pronounce his real name and he hates when people try." Scott explained.

"Lacrosse your first year of high school, that is impressive." Chris admonished.

"Thank you." Scott responded.

"What is it like?" Victoria asked.

"It is a lot like field hockey. The sticks have nets in them though." Scott answered.

"Must be a very- brutal sport. We will have to come watch next game." Gerard said. "So, Allison tells us you know the king."

"Umm, yes. Izzie is a really close friend to me." Scott agreed.

"Izzie? You address his highness so informally?" Gerard inquired.

"Yes. I have known Izzie since I was a baby. My father- he left my mother and I with nothing. Izzie helped us. Found us a home and helped my mother with balancing her work and me. He often lends money when things were tight and often watched me for her. He is like family, I owe him much gratitude." Scott told them.

"He truly is a generous king." Allison added. "So what is for dessert?" She asked as she changed the subject.